An Alchemy of Chances

Film is a romantic and magical medium. Since a child, the mysterious qualities of cinema went hand-and-hand with my role in the family. I can remember those special nights, gathered around a television set, snacks and blankets spread across laps, huddled together for the promise of a captivating tale from a weary traveler.

As I grew, the promise began to fade. The films we screened at home would carry the typical hallmarks of dysfunction — family strife, anti-heroes, revenge plots, sexual promiscuity portrayed as power, discontent used to justify violence —  those things that crept in and drowned out any value the stories may have had.

But, still, I held to that promise.

Perhaps the true romance and magic was not gone, but lay dormant. I spent my life trying to capture with sound and color those magical feelings I recalled from my youth, in this most mercurial medium.

Now our competition lay in a trap of its own design. Traditional platforms continue to choose low-value ethics over profit, leaving their audiences helpless for alternatives.

We know that our children, our parents and our grandparents deserve better. We know our country, our people and our planet rely on victorious narratives to gain a sense of victory in our lives. We know our audience craves wisdom in its many forms: emotional wisdom, wisdom from the opposite sex, wisdom from another age or from another world... we know this because we, too, strive for that wisdom.

The longest journey begins with a single step; and there is an Afghan proverb that we have used when the road feels daunting:

“We didn’t come this far, to only come this far.”

And it’s true.

Onward up to God,

-Tyler Kindred

C.E.O. Film Nuvo Cinema