“This one is a keeper in all aspects…stylistically beautiful!” – Chicago Magazine
“It’s a very distinctive cinematic voice and I appreciate this unique vision and approach to the usual ‘frustrated housewife’ story. Stylistically it’s very original and bold, I really appreciated that.” – Ania at Visit Films
When pregnant housewife Edie Canody learns her father-in-law has passed away, she and her husband Benjamin return to a disquieting small town of Loves Park for the funeral. Edie is surprised when Benjamin mysteriously decides to stay and run his family’s business. Edie’s behavior soon becomes increasingly bizarre as more time spent in Loves Park is eerily drawn out against her wishes.
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Below are stills from a scene that did not make the final version of “Loves Park.” It was a disturbing and violent scene that felt eerily cut from a different film. It was a flashback scene of Edie with her Aunt Sue, reflecting a fraught relationship that affected Edie as an adult and made her question her capacity to care for others.
I remember a few weeks before shooting I was on an airplane back to Chicago when I called my producer and freaked out about the fact that we don’t know why our lead character Edie doesn’t want children, why she feels so detached from her husband and her life in general.
And so I wrote this scene to explain it in some way, but it was too late. The film had been written and partially realized in pre-production without my needing to know why my main character felt the way she felt.
This would seem to be such a basic flaw in the writing of the film and would never be made through traditional means, but was in fact what made it most mesmerizing for me all these years.
It may just be the future presenting itself in a way that your present self can’t quite understand, so that when this future becomes present, it is able to be received properly and not so easily dismissed by an inflexible mind. The film opened me up to the spiritual nature of art, the mystifying part of it which draws the soul out of its hardened shell, so that information and light could be retrieved, and new selves could be formed.