About a decade ago, some college friends and I shot this short film that I wrote while studying cinema, Shakespeare and theater in Miami (and abroad). I was lucky enough to get some talented professional actors on board. Due to some delays in post-production, this little film has not seen the light of day until now. Better a decade late than never! Big love and thanks to everyone who made it possible! #Sonnet116 #NSFW
Sonnet 116 is a short film shot in Miami, Florida, about a troubled marriage on the edge of doom. Can a love sonnet and a bit of luck turn things around? How far would you go for your love?
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Leddy Set Go Productions
written, directed and produced by Matthew August Leddy
director of photography – Clark Splichal
edited by Alyson Bruno
sound design and music by Eric Fuhrmann
Jim – Chris Vicchiollo
Susan – Sandy Ives
Bruce – Brandon Morris
Zoe – Stacy Schwartz
Hobo – Robert Strain
Key Grip – Chris Dukes
Grip – Diana Matos
Grip – Koen Thiry
Production Assistant – Deborah Acosta
Production Assistant – Geraldine Alvarez
University of Miami
City of Miami, Florida
New Theatre, Inc. (Coral Gables, Florida)
Michael Blake Heitzler
Youssouf A Coulibaly
Our goal at Leddy Set Go Productions is to break down the barriers of the establishment film world to create fun, compelling work and make an impact with like-minded artists. Here is a small sample of the work we have already created together, along with some shameless self-promotion by our head honcho. Please reach out to us to help you with your next production, to hire any of our talented artists or just to say, “hey!” If you’re here, you’re already part of our community. Thanks a bunch! Mil gracias!
In the pursuit of self-actualization, a man must sacrifice his body, his time and his love before he can see clearly. Actualize! is a short film featuring a score by Danny Elfman, produced by Leddy Set Go Productions for the Film Independent Rabbit & Rogue challenge, allowing filmmakers to create a story inspired by compositions in Elfman’s Rabbit & Rogue ballet, previously unused in film. This unique opportunity allowed friends from Leddy Set Go Productions to weave a fantastical story about our human potential and the sacrifices needed to self-actualize. Enjoy it in glorious 4K!
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Trigger Alert: This article contains political material and may trigger election PTSD.
Well, it’s been a year since the Democrats won Drumpf the election. Since I wasted a good chunk o’ time supporting the guy who would have actually beaten ol’ Donny Boy, according to every poll, I thought it might be suitable to reflect on this anniversary of horrors. But, before I even could, I made the mistake of opining via electronic mail… and opening up old wounds… and this reflection literally wrote itself.
You see, a while back, just before the 2016 presidential election, I had invited a professional colleague to a screening of a little documentary series I made called “Journey For Bernie: Road Trip to the DNC.” Pretty self-explanatory. It chronicled some young activists going to Philadelphia in the vain hope that this Jewish socialist geezer from Vermont might get the Democratic nomination. You know how well that worked out.
The response to my invitation read:
Good luck with it. At this moment I don’t think I could stomach a movie about the guy who first called Hillary unqualified. Sorry. Hate Bernie.
Fair enough. I didn’t really want to let politics divide us through email. That’s what Facebook is for. So, naturally, I did like Frozen and let it go.
And then all the corruption got exposed.
And, finally, one day, like a freakin’ genius, I didn’t let it go:
I found this comment hurtful, seeing as how it’s now proven that Bernie and supporters like me were robbed in last year’s primary and that’s why we have President Pumpkin-face (instead of healthcare for all and a green new deal). For me, arts and politics go together. If you are a fan of corruption and neo-liberalism and you hate Bernie, then you hate me and working people. For me, it’s important that I support people and causes that share my values. Godspeed.
Donna Brazile’s bombshell about the DNC and Hillary Clinton, explained – Vox
Smart move, knucklehead. Why don’t you just open up pandora’s box while you’re at it?
Predictably enough, the wrath was unleashed and a battle was afoot.
Their response read:
Your support of a supremely unqualified candidate is what installed an equally unqualified candidate into the White House. Sanders and Trump are equally the same entity: inexperienced and divisive disrupters who appeal to the uninformed. If you had actually read the comments by Brazil [sic] you would know nothing illegal took place. In fact, the DNC had been bankrupted by Obama’s 2016 campaign and was one life support. Who should the DNC fund — a life long respected Democrat or a life long Independent and self proclaimed Socialist who never would’ve survived the Trump rhetoric and whose only preceding accomplishment was to rename a post office?
And for the record, before you accuse someone of being a “fan” of corruption, you need to check your facts. Also, I don’t “hate” BS nor do I hate you. That’s an illogical assumption. I don’t respect BS and I think his political stances are superficial and unrealistic.
Good luck with your career.
Smooth move, Ex-Lax.
Just be cool.
Don’t let it trigger you.
For the remainder of this exchange, the names of our two warriors have been replaced with their respective pejorative term.
BERNIE BRO: “Hate Bernie.” Your contemptuous words. Doubling down on the blame and defensiveness is not a way to bridge the gap or heal the wounds. And you care not that HRC bought the DNC long before she was the nominee. That is corruption. That is not democracy. This is why we can’t have nice things.
HILLBOT: Please stop
BERNIE BRO: Gladly. I was merely responding to your last message where you denied your own words.
A simple apology would have sufficed.
I won’t respond again.
… time elapsed…
HILLBOT: Look, I know you Trump people love to have the last word but you are simply not owed an apology. Please, as I have said before stop.
BERNIE BRO: This is silly. I’m sorry I started an argument. I apologize. We’re all upset about a lot of things.
HILLBOT: Yes, you should apologize. Only Fox News is following this story. Let’s keep our eye on the relevant ball and that is Trump.
Again, good luck and be well!
BERNIE BRO: NPR is reporting it. It’s news. http://www.npr.org/2017/11/03/561976645/clinton-campaign-had-additional-signed-agreement-with-dnc-in-2015
HILLBOT: Honestly, given that Brazil [sic] herself today ridiculed the Trumphole for saying the primary was “rigged” I have to think the BS camp is roiling over nothing. I wish you guys could get over it and join forces in a united effort to bring this regime down. We, on the “other”side have dealt with the misogyny of the political world.
BERNIE BRO: Now you stop. Ridiculous, HILLBOT. I’m not arguing verified facts with you. Stay in your bubble if you want. I went to Philadelphia. I saw it with my own eyes. I made a documentary and you insulted Bernie when I invited you. It revealed suppression of a people’s movement and outright corruption. I’m trying to fix that. But you won’t even acknowledge the truth. That’s why I got upset and that’s why I wrote you, to no avail. You can’t fix a problem if you don’t acknowledge its existence. Goodbye.
HILLBOT: I never insulted your “Bernie.” I never met him, nor do I care to. I don’t respect him. If I wanted to insult someone it would be his intransigent supporters who didn’t vote in the election because their guy lost. Those illogical sycophants decided they were going to make a statement and either not vote or vote for Trump. And here we are.
Your insistence on creating your own false narrative is insulting to me. The Bernie movement was nothing more than a passing fad, lacking substance You are more like zealous fans except that fans don’t insist that everyone root for their “team.” What’s really annoying is yesterday you all felt vindicated and were shouting your empty message to the world. Guess what, the entire news cycle missed this story except Fox News, which brings me to my original point that BS fans are essentially like Trump supporters.
… and that concludes our discourse.
All in all, I would say that we’ve made a lot of progress.
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A n00b’s perspective on DefCon 25
When’s the last time you checked the news without seeing a story about hackers hacking someone’s personal information, a major studio’s intellectual property or, you know, an election? The concept of hacking is so ubiquitous in our popular culture, evident everywhere from celebrities’ leaked scandals to the media’s daily finger-pointing political tirades to Hollywood’s budding cyber-punk thriller genre. Ultimately, our society seems to understand hacking and the very concept of internet security about as well as we understand electricity: we know it exists but we would probably be hard-pressed to explain how it works. After an immersive weekend at DefCon in Las Vegas, however, even the greenest noob will have their eyes opened to just how vulnerable we all are, what we can do to make a hacker’s life more difficult and why the hacker is essential to keep the safety of the modern world in check.
The vibe at DefCon is exciting but curious. This year, 25,000 people from across the globe descended upon Caesar’s Palace in sin city to find trust within a subculture that inherently trusts no one. After linking up with far more experienced folks in this community, I was briefed on some basic Defcon guidelines. To start, the 3-2-1 rule is important to get the most out of the experience: three hours of sleep, two meals and one shower per day. Because even hackers are not robots. In honor of the 25th anniversary of DefCon, our badges imitated the design of the very first one, back before each human willingly carried a vulnerable personal information transmitter on their person at all times. I was also briefed on another important suggestion: prioritize a good conversation over a scheduled presentation that will end up streaming online anyway. This is how you build relationships within the community. Also, don’t photograph anybody without their permission. Not everybody wants to be seen here. As my Egyptian-Texan roommate taught me how to secure my phone from hackers, the personal information of the blissfully ignorant was projected onto the “wall of sheep.” Somebody described the conference as the internet personified. It sure felt like it.
This was all new territory for me. As I visited the lock-picking village and saw that even a child could break a lock, the world felt suddenly precarious and limitless. If something can be locked, it can be unlocked. It all comes down to that. And it was evident when a man demonstrated how he hacked and shot a supposedly “smart gun” designed to be accessed only by its owner. It was apparent when another man demonstrated how to hack into a POS system only to nefariously install and play Doom. It was evident at the car hacking village, the tamper-evident village, the hardware hacking village, the bio-hacking village, the social engineering village and, naturally, the voting machine hacking village. Did I mention there was a voting machine hacking village? All the machines were hacked over the course of the conference. If it can be locked, it can be unlocked.
Another important guideline to adhere to at Defcon is to avoid talking about things you know nothing about, a guideline I’m trying carefully to follow now. Besides appearing like a fool, you may also find out within moments that the person with whom you are speaking may well be the inventor of the thing you claim to know so much about. As I chatted with a new friend about the software behind the voting machines, I soon found out he was behind that software. As I discussed our government’s vulnerability against cyber attacks, another new friend shared his exploits working for and exposing Uncle Sam’s most embarrassing insecurities. As I showed off my new Defcon t-shirt, the guy drinking bourbon with me told me he designed it. Indeed, every guy and girl at Defcon brought a wealth of information and ninja skills with them. It felt a good kind of dangerous.
By the closing ceremonies, I felt like I had taken the red pill and was ready to see how deep the rabbit hole goes. For four days, I had casually chatted with some of the people responsible for the security of the very systems our civilization depends on. I had also spoken to folks who would gladly penetrate those systems just to see if they could. Often, it was the same person. Once you see the world through the lens of security, there is no escaping it. Everything you love is protected with a lock. And if it can be locked, it can be unlocked.
The spirit of Defcon was to challenge the mind, break the locks, “hack all the things” and unite the rebels through one of the last bastions of freedom: the internet. I couldn’t qualify all hackers any better than I could qualify all humans. I’m sure there are some who would joyfully upload malware and cause mayhem throughout the globe. I’m also certain that some would happily penetrate and expose the sins of the elite to take down the establishment with the help of Mr. Robot. I’m sure all of these characters exist. The true spirit of the hacker, however, goes back to that kid at the lock-picking village, amazed that she was able to break a lock. The true spirit of hacking is discovery. And I think (and hope) that bodes well for humanity.
As I return to my life in the matrix—to keep that metaphor going—I can see right through the false veneer. If you’ve ever snuck into a party where you don’t belong, figured out a gate code or broken into your house when you forgot the keys, you very well might have the spirit of a hacker. The next Defcon will be in Beijing. Perhaps we ought to hack our way into it.
I would like to thank all the organizers and characters present at Defcon 25. If you should get the sudden urge to hack me, feel free. My address is:
1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW
Washington DC 20500
Chicken Salad is a DIY comedy pilot about Pierce Putnam, a white collar ex-convict who must pick up the pieces of his broken life when he gets out of prison, only to face his reluctant best friend, his sadistic new parole officer, his stoned new neighbor, his vengeful ex-wife and a gang of Silicon Beach former co-workers who got screwed because of Pierce’s fraudulent schemes.
You know what they say. “You’ve got to turn chicken sh** into…
See it now at:
It’s 1:36 on a Friday morning in July in Century City. I’m staying with a friend because I’m currently in limbo between a former life and an unknown future one. And, as per usual, I can’t sleep. I am writing, it seems, just to keep myself busy without the usual time wasting activities like Netflix or late night self-seduction. Maybe that will come later. But, I contradict myself. Because I just finished watching a documentary about Roger Ebert and that’s really why I’m writing this. I found myself moved. Moved by his voice. His bravery. His stubbornness. Really, I’m moved by how he channeled the human condition into a specific craft that touched so many people. Since I was a kid, I loved the movies. Ebert was always the ultimate taste tester. Not only did he qualify a film; he looked a bit deeper to assess its inherent humanity, its universally binding qualities that leave you in tears as the credits roll. And, more often than not, he could tell a movie off when it was deserved.
Ebert is dead. His words live on. That’s a beautiful thing in and of itself. He said he could always write. I suppose I could always write as well. I could always create. I never had any mental obstructions when it came time to make something up. I’m thirty-two, in Los Angeles, and I find myself frustrated even when I should be seeing the glass half full. My nature is complex. That in itself does not make me interesting. The only way to be interesting is if you take your complexity and share it with the world. But how can you do that in a way that isn’t ego-centric? I suppose the answer is in making art. It’s in providing something for others that illuminates your own soul. At some point, however, you need a business mind to make this feasible. Nobody wants to be a dead, broke, unknown genius. Tesla was the man. But it took Musk to make Tesla Motors the revolutionary success that it is. I guess every Tesla needs a little Edison.
As I’m writing this, I’m trying to recall what my purpose is. Not only in my life but in this ramble. I suppose the simple act of putting thoughts to paper—or to the screen of my MacBook Pro, to be more accurate—is a good enough start. The pursuit of perfection can leave you forever wanting if you don’t just go out and do it.
I’d like to save the world. I’d love to enlighten humanity. I’d kill to create something everlasting. But I’m just a man with a limited lifespan, a credit score and enough contradictions to keep a therapist fully employed. Sometimes the thought of ending it all and returning to the eternal ether is comforting. But life is a wild, frustrating, orgasmic, terrifying, terrific and necessary adventure that we’re all responsible for experiencing to the maximum. Human beings are amazing and horrible and everything in between. And I’m a human being; a human being witnessing everything we create and destroy. If I’m going to be like Ebert, then I won’t fear death. I will speak from the heart, destroy what needs to die, create what needs to live and share the wonder of life itself.
Bachelor’s Paradise drops on iTunes later today! Tune in to travel back to a time when America was great, morality wasn’t such a big deal and the only thing to fear was the red menace!
Before political correctness, it was a bachelor’s paradise! Bachelor’s Paradise is a radio play (AKA podcast) about the misadventures of college freshman Robert Turner and his inappropriate best friend, Cornelius Crane, XVI. It’s the 1950s. The Cold War rages on. Like Henry David Thoreau, Robert is living in a cabin in the woods in the middle of a harsh New England winter. His sex-crazed pal Cornelius is responsible for his situation. Will these spritely young lads possess the skills required to defeat dangerous bears, a fraternity bully, vengeful ex-girlfriends, an armed lady-landlord and a potential red menace? Find out by tuning in to Bachelor’s Paradise! Tell your friends and get a free paddle to discipline the future minds of America! Brought to you by Color Television, the rapid remedy to your radio imagination.
Written, directed and co-produced by: Ivan Asen
Produced by: Matthew Leddy and Leddy Set Go Productions
Starring: Eric Pierce, Matthew Leddy, Rachel Amanda Bryant, Cody Buchanan & George Leddy.