Calico Skies

Synopsis: Self condemned to the immense and boundless prison of the Mojave desert, Phoenix leads a life of forced isolation, living by himself in a house as far away as possible from the rest of the world. Phoenix does one thing and one thing only: he digs holes. Every month he digs a hole in the middle of nowhere and buries something. The last stronghold of society stands with the man that frequently delivers his mail. When one day the delivery doesn't happen by the hand of his trustworthy mailman, but by that of the beautiful and quizzical Ariel, Phoenix's life derails in an escalation that leads him to dangerous consequences which will be impossible to escape.
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Valerio Esposito
Production: Hot Tub Films
  1 win & 1 nomination.
78 min

(skateboard scraping)

(heavy breathing)

(keys jingling)

(engine revving)

[Phoenix Narrating] Simplicity

is when you fix complexity.

Simplicity is not

something you start with,

it is the goal, the finish line.

I've been spending all my

life looking for simplicity.

Little by little I backed

away from the fuss,

the fury,

the sweating and I traded it all

for a simple sharp scheme.

Do you remember pick up

sticks when we were kids?

I'm the one on the side.

The one you catch right away,

the one you don't need

to sweat for,

the one you easily

take out of the game.

I might claim antiseptic,



It's gonna burn

like the devil

It's gonna sting real good

You won't be able

to wash it off

It's like a bad tattoo

I guess

I should've warned you

Before I let you jump in

But we're already peaking

And it's all down hill

from here

I'm gonna break your heart

It's gonna happen

like it or not

When you least expect it

Don't know when,

don't know how

I'm gonna break your heart

Destiny's spoken,

I know it's not right

Don't try to fight,

it's going down down down

Could be I'll find another

Wouldn't that just be ripe

Or you'll run out of money

And I'll run for my life

Or the dull conversation

will simply bore me to tears

Though I haven't cried

History hasn't lied

for a billion years

I'm gonna break your heart

It's gonna happen,

like it or not

When you least expect it

Don't know when,

don't know how

I'm gonna break your heart

Destiny's spoken,

I know it's not right

Don't try to fight


I wake up.

I take a hundred milligrams

of Zoloft,

sertraline, on an empty stomach.

The pill insights an artificial

nauseous feeling in me.

I toast some bread, I

take two Alka-Seltzers.

I blend half a carrot,

a beet, a celery stick

and some protein powder

so I don't have to bother

eating anything.

(blender whirring)

2,750 feet away from my

house there's a coffee shop.

I don't know if that's

the actual distance,

Google Map says so.

I walk and have

my first espresso there.

And so that I can mingle

with people.

I pretend to lift some weights.

I buy some weed.

I only buy cookies and gummy

bears and space cupcakes.

I don't smoke, smoke smells.

Smoke is for

construction workers.

By the time I'm back home,

I am completely stoned.

I play three chords

on the guitar.

I sleep until I wake up.

No alarms, I hate alarms.

We would only really need alarms

if we wouldn't

wake up otherwise,

but we always

wake up eventually.


(moaning on computer)

Then I go grab my second

espresso of the day

at the coffee shop, and so

I can mingle with people.

When I go back home I

visit my brothers grave.

Except graves are useless.

I don't go to cemeteries.

Then I have some Xanax, not

a lot, half a milligram,

just to avoid the melancholy

stabbing me in the face

too hard.

I watch a movie.

When the movie finishes

I take Diazepam,

what all you losers call Valium.

Then I wake up in the morning.

I mean, at least this is

what I've done so far.

Why don't I just kill myself

and make it that easy?

Like hell.

(piano music)

I really like this town.

It's so nice, isn't it?

It's okay, whatever.

I love it.

It's quiet, peaceful,

very respectful,

away from the chaos of the city.

I see you here pretty often.

- You live nearby?

- Mm-hm.

Very nice community.

Don't you think so?

If the environment is clean,

the faster the conscience

gets dirty, my friend.

- Pardon me?

- Forget it.

I'm John.


I gotta go to the

store, get some hangers,

for my wife.

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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