I can't really find the proper words to describe how Mr. Owens's video made me feel. Imagine eating Peyote, playing a game of laser tag, attending a Fabio romance novel cover photo shoot, and finishing the day off blinding yourself drinking hooch behind the dumpsters at a Renaissance fair. The music makes me want to swashbucle myself off a cliff, but I can't turn away from it. This is epic. Chris Dane Owens, I beg you. You live in LA. Go knock on Hollywood's door. When he answers, kick him in the grundle for me. Then give him your card and tell him to call you once he gets serious about making kick fucking ass masterpieces of cinema like yours.