A brilliant blind student fights a seemingly hopeless battle to gain acceptance into medical school.

Explores Jerry Lewis' unreleased 1972 film "The Day the Clown Cried," its mysterious disappearance, and the search for footage. Includes interviews with Lewis' associates and previously unseen production content.

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Miles Kody, is a documentary filmmaker. As Miles tapes his interviews with Vic he becomes aware of the appearance of "ghosts" captured on his video monitor. He realizes that the faint energy fields of these ghosts, past victims of the snuff films, are picked up more readily on video...

A teenage girl moves into a remote country home with her family, only to discover that the gloomy old house has a horrifying past that threatens to destroy them.

A man leaves his busy city life for the peace of the country home where he spent his early childhood. His new life is soon disturbed by strange events.

Handmade and unique personal 16mm film in two parts. 　　“Darkness, darkness, burning bright 　　In the forests of the night 　　And the mad impulse of this distraught soul, 　　And that had, the forehead circled in copper, under the 　　moon.”

Handmade and unique personal 16mm film in two parts. 　　“Darkness, darkness, burning bright 　　In the forests of the night 　　Vast flowered paths, fresh branches, 　　Groves full of perfumes, birds and whispers, 　　Site often seen again, and always contemplated 　　Wind that gurgles at the bottom of the chimneys that 　　months, hours and days.…”

Handmade and unique personal 16mm film in two parts. 　　“Darkness, darkness, burning bright 　　In the forests of the night 　　And the mad impulse of this distraught soul, 　　And that had, the forehead circled in copper, under the 　　moon.”

Handmade and unique personal 16mm film in two parts. 　　“Darkness, darkness, burning bright 　　In the forests of the night 　　Vast flowered paths, fresh branches, 　　Groves full of perfumes, birds and whispers, 　　Site often seen again, and always contemplated 　　Wind that gurgles at the bottom of the chimneys that 　　months, hours and days.…”