Zipp's Final Confession

A dramatic title, no?

As those of you who regularly read my reviews (and I thank you for it), you'll have traced some sort of tragedy involving a woman in my past. To be a bit more specific, I was married once for five years between the ages of 19-24. Thankfully, we never signed papers, but we lived as a married couple for that length of time, during which our relationship deteriorated, culminating in a failed threesome and ultimately a break up.

There came a point in my and Shannon's relationship when I realized we weren't salvageable. I couldn't move on with my life while I was with her, there was enough water under our bridge to flood New York, and yet I couldn't leave her. We were stuck together, and we'd be stuck unless our relationship ended quickly, some might say even emotionally violently, like a blow from an emotional baseball bat.

Such was the point at which I wrote a script about a man living alone at the end of the world with a manequinn he believes is his dead wife. The script was titled "The Final Confession of Hugh Mann."

Now, a year and a half later, I'm making it. It is 10 minutes long, has a budget of $5,000, and will be shot later this year, with plans on it making the circuits at Sundance and Cannes. This is a seminal moment in my life, and I wanted to share it with you all.