Otto; or, Up with Dead People (2008) - full transcript

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Productions presents existential crisis

Otto, or, (including dead people)

Cast: Katharina Klewinghaus

Susanne Sachsen, Marcel Sch?tz

Guido summer, Christophe Chiming, Peter Black Goo

Joey and introduced as Crisman Otto



Producers: Bruce LaBruce, swear Brun, jora Harten, Michael Huber, Jennifer Jonas

Co-Producers: Xavier Pares, Koch Twist

Bruce Bailey, Alfredo Ferran Calle

Co-product pray: Far renti Leonard, Claus Matthews

Written and directed by Bruce LaBruce

Once upon a time

In the not too distant future

the careciente of life, a zombie named: Otto

It was a time not unlike today

Where the zombies had become,

if they did not fit with more certainty than the extraordinary

Zombies had evolved through time, and had become more defined

had developed a limited ability to speak, and most importantly, the ability to reason

Some said that was due primarily to the practice of embalming,



they had been out of control

others said it was simply a process of changing electricity

each new wave of zombies have been beaten and eliminated by the living

who found irritating, because they brought back memories of their earthly mortality unequivocal

not to mention an echo of their own conformist zombie slow

but the few zombies, who survived, voidability

threaten to move their intelligence gained, in subsequent generations

perhaps, dare from some strange form of telepathy, shared only by the dead

or perhaps by a kind of clandestine activity gorilla

output resistance against violence

an unrelenting hostility of the living ...

still others say it was,

and always has been, just a metaphor

it is not easy to be alive,

the living are all the same person to me

and I do not think I like this person

I try to mind, but it is difficult

I was a zombie, with identity crisis

and until I realized that I was eating all the meat that was inhumane in the way

I had no idea where my head that night

which had processed my brain

is difficult now to escarpment

I have only fragile memories of times past

Image sketches, charcoal drawings as

floating from the inside out, the soup of my conscience

can be real or may be my imagination

I have no real way of knowing

I have no idea where I come from, or where I went

just know that it was hit by a huge stink

the smell of human density

the smell of raw meat

Berlin ....

(with dead people)

a film of Medea Yarn

for disobedience to the word of god

Die!

a new wave of gay zombies had emerged

I found Otto I, Otto I found

saw one of my fly-casting, and is presented in my study

to audition for the roll in (with dead people)

political zombie movie in which he had been working for several years

my magnum corpus, my dissipation in the dead

objectives are extremely

using clothes that seem to see used for days if not weeks or months

smelling as if they were in the process of decomposition

the wearing course, a long time without a home

hornazo one beat me to the other boys who had accused the film

(with dead people)

lonely, empty, dead inside

so that it fits the typical profile of dress, the lost child, the child damaged

entumido, vacilesco, incensato guy, very willing to expose

in search of a sensation, to feel anything

I was healthy and seemed the only logical response to the death ...

but there was something different about Otto, something more authentic

Death comes and goes

sending a river of living, falling in, skin to soul

swimming against the current

I had to make a film about Otto

had no option

Adolfo is not divine

I love to buy here

if my love is beautiful

but because we have to come so early

is the birthday of hela

I want to pick something fresh for her

a fresh stoned senseless from you

by Adolfo

I love birthdays

Every year you closer to death

Adolfo uy mira a heart-shaped uy

I take two of these

oh

Otto, I was denied from the outset

I believe in a particular mental illness

a head that responds to a more realistic word

has become a desalmado, dying

Otto knew immediately that was the reason for the theme perfect for my idea

The man was empty, meaning the gap which could project our political agenda

where have you been

but it seemed that not listening.

I never listen.