Bryan Whalen

Movies

La Femme
Assistant Director
The woman. The French countryside. The golden light of late summer. Dry grass and dusty fruit trees and the fuming exhale of afternoon heat. A classic countryside chateau, crisp laundry swaying from an open window. The woman. Chlorine and cigarette smoke. Droplets of pool water clinging to bare skin. She wears nothing but sunglasses, cat-eyed and champagne-hued.
La Femme
Producer
The woman. The French countryside. The golden light of late summer. Dry grass and dusty fruit trees and the fuming exhale of afternoon heat. A classic countryside chateau, crisp laundry swaying from an open window. The woman. Chlorine and cigarette smoke. Droplets of pool water clinging to bare skin. She wears nothing but sunglasses, cat-eyed and champagne-hued.
La Femme
Writer
The woman. The French countryside. The golden light of late summer. Dry grass and dusty fruit trees and the fuming exhale of afternoon heat. A classic countryside chateau, crisp laundry swaying from an open window. The woman. Chlorine and cigarette smoke. Droplets of pool water clinging to bare skin. She wears nothing but sunglasses, cat-eyed and champagne-hued.
Page 36
Editor
To save his ailing son from certain death, a father voluntarily sells himself into slavery through an underground corporation. After entering into a contract with the company, he learns of more sinister intentions that threaten the life of not only himself, but his family as well.