I HAVE PROOF

If you look at James Cullen Bressack’s IMDb, you will see 51 directing credits and 196 producing credits. I don’t know how many films qualify for someone to be considered prolific, but at only 34 years old, either the kid just keeps slapping his name on shit or he legitimately never stops working! Either way, I HAVE PROOF is just that; proof that when Bressack steps away from the movie machine he has built, he is still able to tap into the filmmaker instincts that were present in his early career, regardless of the budget he is given to work with.

I HAVE PROOF is a film made of pure rawness and grit. There is dirt on the lens, spit in each scene, and blood in the reels. And you will feel it.

Bressack bought an assortment of old home video tapes, mostly because that is the only way you to find enough VHS-C tape at Bressack production speed, and wrapped the production just a few weeks after its inception. Each tape carried a ghost signal of what was once there; a flicker, a moan, a body, bleeding through the horror that was recorded over it. This movie is not for everyone. It is deeply disturbing, uncomfortable, and as visceral a gut punch as you could hope to get at a film festival. It totally fucking hits.

This found footage, mostly POV film, is led by relative newcomers Larsen Deane and Lily Van der Meer, and frequent fixtures in the Bressack universe: B.J. Hendricks, Kay Day, and David Josh Lawrence. If you miss when found footage actually felt dangerous, this is for you. (AHBRA PERRY)