What happens when the neurons in your brain misfire and the one thing you should be able to trust -- your mind -- fails you? The gritty short film is adapted from All My Friends Are Crazy, a novel my father wrote about interning in Psychology at U.C.L.A. during the 1950's. While he was in Los Angeles, my father hung out with the Beats at night and the Schizophrenics in the day, sometimes getting the two of them confused. The style of the film matches the inner thoughts of my father and the film's other characters; jumbled, disorienting, dark and strange. This film deals with the mentally ill and the social life of the people who treat them. It walks the fine line between dark comedy and heavy drama, while still offering an engaging viewing experience. As my father, the neurotic, treated the psychotics, he learned to accept himself for who he is. My film updates my father's story to modern times, demonstrating how the theme of self-respect crosses from generation to generation. The film gives a voice to people who are labeled "different", proving they can be productive members of society. Using an unexpected combination of film genres and conventions, this film aims to keep viewers interested, engaged and anticipating the next moment.
