A zombie-bitten father tries to save his infant daughter in this bittersweet short film
So you’ve been bitten by a zombie. So long, conscious brain activity, hello craving for human meat. But the protagonist of the short film Cargo has bigger problems than his impending demise: he has to find a way to save his infant daughter, even if he has to die first to do it.
Directed by Ben Howling and Yolanda Ramke, Cargo was a finalist in Tropfest Australia 2013. It’s also a rather clever take on zombie genre tropes, with a story that isn’t about the survival of self, but the survival of another.
my new years was fab. pre-drank at my place with my best girl Sarah. went to a work friends flat with her and pre-drank some more playing beer pong, me and sarah against two guys, we would distract them during their turns by hooking up and flashing our tits. we are surprisingly good at beer pong. propositioned for a threesome many times. did not take him up on the offer. went to a mean as house party for the countdown at a place in the middle of town, three stories above one of the busiest night clubs, massive balcony over looking the city. midnight kiss with a guy I’ve been sleeping with since I broke up with Andy. It’s a rebound booty call but I’m getting the feeing he actually has a thing for me. semi-confirmed when I was chatting with one of his best friends and used the word ‘rebound’ and she got a worried look in her eye and said ‘please don;t let him know it’s a rebound thing’ Complicated. I don’t want a relationship after the last one. spent the rest of the night in town. walked back to his flat in the freezing cold and speculated on whether or not we were too stoned and drunk to have New Years sex. We were. Starting to realise guys wanna sleep with me and kiss me and things because of what I look like and not despite of it. Starting to love my body, even the flabby parts. hello 2014, please be kind to me.
2013 was easily the best year of my life. I have cut out a lot of toxic friendships, not maliciously, but have stopped being the person that puts out a one sided effort. to see who cares enough. made some of the best new friendships. getting the job I have was one of the best things I did in that aspect, strange having best friends all in their early to late 20s, while I am still 18, but they are so gratifying. I think this year has made me a better person. I am more honest, more open, more positive, less sad, and less jealous. it’s nice.
I went home for Christmas, and it was lovely, mainly because we didn’t really ‘do’ Christmas. and because I got drunk.
My mum informed me that her, my sisters and her partner are all moving to England this year. I’ll be the only one left in New Zealand, other than my dad’s side of the family who I only see once, maybe twice a year any way. Not really sure how I feel about it - I live away from home anyway and don’t go back much to begin with, so I don’t know how much of an impact it will really have on me anyway. Moving to London in 2017. Plans.
I’m glad the portrait of Ben Franklin stayed the same on the new $100 bill. There’s something about his slight, tight frown, the paternal hint of disappointment in his eyes and those pursed, sealed lips that seem to say, “I don’t approve of what you’re doing, but I can’t stop you from rolling this banknote into a straw and ripping a fat rail of white lightning in the Buffalo Wild Wings handicapped bathroom stall, you goddamn beautiful disaster.”