Time Lapse

Synopsis: Three friends discover a time machine which takes pictures of the future. They begin to use it to win race bets and everything goes fine till one gets greedier than another. They begin to lose faith in each other giving a sense of backstabbing as uglier truths unfold in the photos and the situation soon gets out of control.
Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller
Director(s): Bradley King
Production: Xlrator Media
  18 wins & 5 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
104 min


Yeah, don't get up. I got it, bro.

Damn, Finn.

This must be your best one yet.

How long you been workin' on this?

Like two, three weeks?

F*ck off. Okay? I don't go to the bar

and complain when it takes you

10 minutes to make a martini.

I'm perfectly happy with where I'm at.

I just hit a little creative block.

That's all.


Oh, hi, Mrs. Anderson.

Why, yes. The building manager's

right here.

Oh, I'm sure he'd be delighted

to come over and fix your toilet.

Yeah. He's givin' me the thumbs up

right now. He'll be over in a second.

You were saying something, right?

About you being perfectly happy

with where you're at in life?


Well, he said he was thinking

of going to art school.

And I said, "Oh, what a coincidence!

Our building manager

used to be a painter."

When you're 18,

everybody wants to be an artist.

- Where did you get that?

- Garage sale.

So weird.

I'm seeing...

I'm seeing... seashells.

Outlaw, Rambling Rose, Crab Apple.

- Crabs live in the fucking ocean, right?

- Yes, they do.

Crab Apple. I'm betting on Crab Apple.

Hello, my lost boys.

- New sweater.

- New for me.

It's a thrift store find. You like it?

Oh, I had a little left over,

so I got these for you, babe.

It's the right kind. Camel hair, right?

Thank you. Did you get a new journal?

I knew how much you wanted them,

so I couldn't resist.

Okay, I'm going to go start dinner.

Do you guys want your favorite, lasagna?

Need some help?

Hey, Big Joe. Yes, I do. Thank you.

- Eight is really gettin' taken...

- Come on. Come on.

Come on. That's it. That's it. Come on.

You got this.

Keep fuckin' running. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

- What's up?

- Hey, Big Ben.

- Come on.

- It's Joe.

Crab Apple. Crab Apple.

Come on, you little bastard! Run!

Come on! Run! Come on! F*ck, man!

Chill out.

Hey, Finn, the landlord called.

Mr. Bezzerides's rent is late.

Maybe he fell, and he can't get up.

He's been late before.

- Oh, the man across the way?

- Yeah.

I noticed a couple

of parking tickets on his car.

I guess he's got a couple

parking tickets on his car,

so maybe we should check on him.

And I also invited Big Joe

to stop by the party.

Okay, but I hope he doesn't wear

that tacky rent-a-cop uniform.

I thought we were just

inviting close friends.

Yeah, well, Big Joe's really cool.

And he's helping me with the chairs.

He's standing here right now.

Don't worry. I own other outfits.

I'm sorry.

I'm just gonna... go check

on Mr. Bezzerides. Okay then.

Hey, Mr. Bezzerides, are you home?

Everyone's kinda worried about you,

so I'm going to go ahead

and come inside, okay?

Mr. Bezzerides?

It was a sure thing.

No, it obviously wasn't a sure thing.

He lost, Jasper.

No, he was a sure thing

up until the moment he lost.

That makes zero sense.

What the f*ck?

These are shots of our living room.

Mr. "Bitch-arabies" is a peeping tom.

Yeah, I though that, too, but why

take photos of our empty living room?

Looks like he saved the best ones

for his private collection.

What is this thing?

I think it's a camera. See?


You think he got enough film?

What? Do I even want to know?

When did we knock over the coat rack?

Maybe it was that night we played

drunk charades. You remember.

No, he doesn't remember

'cause he passed out on the couch.

Well, I guess this explains the green light

we see over here sometimes.

Yeah, but why is this thing

bolted to the floor?

I don't know, but I don't like it.

I don't like the sound it's making either.

Or how about the half-naked photos

of me on the wall?

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Bradley King

Bradley King ((1894-08-04)August 4, 1894 – August 24, 1977) was the pen name of Josephine McLaughlin, born in Chicago on July 8, 1894. She was a successful screenwriter who wrote 56 scripts for films between 1920 and 1947. more…

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