Producer
Dakota Smith is an experienced policeman with a problem: his partner was shot dead, and corrupt cops are responsible. Dak's investigation leads him to widespread corruption in the department, as well as a corrupt district attorney. Smith finds an unlikely ally in timid photographer Nick Gleem. While Gleem unearths clues about the bad guys, Dak fends off attacks on his own life. While he's not in gun battles with these local villains, divorced father Dak has no shortage of lady friends to keep him happy.
Executive Producer
A group of kids on a field trip in western rural America accidentally discover the bodies of two murdered children. Who they are is a mystery. Corrupt reporter Cindie arrives in town and bribes bar owner Julie into spilling her life story. As the night unfolds, Julie reveals her history of deception, adultery and events kept secret that may hold the key to the fate of the murdered children.
Producer
The Puzzle in the Air
Producer
An African elephant wanders into the lives of four wide-eyed children and all pandemonium breaks loose.
Producer
A space freighter that has gone adrift suddenly catapults into an alternate universe.
Screenplay
A space freighter that has gone adrift suddenly catapults into an alternate universe.
Director
A space freighter that has gone adrift suddenly catapults into an alternate universe.
Sound Effects
A bizarre accident lands Frank Harris in Cool World, a realm of cartoons. Years later, cartoonist Jack Deebs, who's been drawing Cool World, crosses over as well. He sets his lustful sights on animated femme fatale Holli Would, but she's got plans of her own to become real, and it's up to Frank to stop her.
Director
A stomach churning potpourri of explosions, gunfire and army trucks ramming through grass and twig huts. The needle in a haystack plot seems to involve our protagonist rescuing his family from some South American drug cartel, or something. At one point Carradine yells those immortal words: "get the hell out of here" through closed lips. The villain of the piece never utters a line of dialogue, preferring instead to stalk about in a cape, squinting cannily beneath beret and drooping mustache (with hawk perched on shoulder for added effect). Avoid at all costs, unless you enjoy beating yourself repeatedly over the head with a flail.
