ABOUT THE FILM

A Journey to the Center of the Earth is a short art film. Covered with a veil of darkness and hidden meanings, it tells a tale, based on a short story written in 1999, called “Put u srediste zemlje”. The Mystery Traveler goes on a strange journey to uncover the truth behind his own paths, roads, and decisions he made in life. He goes on this journey to explore one’s own sub-consciousness, to learn about himself for himself, but many unexpected things will stand in his way. Many things will not be what they seemed to be. Many decisions he will have to cope with in order to stay on the right path to his own mental salvation.

The movie is done without a use of camcorder. It is mostly stop-motion animation film, with photography flashbacks edited in such way to jump-start viewers imagination, so they mentally connect fragments, eventually making their own decision about what they are seeing and what the movie is about. The story itself deals with actual every-day human dilemmas, yet it is being thrown into this new, black, cold world, far down in the center of the earth.

CAST & CREDITS

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CAST


The Mistery Traveler .... Dusan Ivanovic
Master Zombie ... Tony Weaver
Zombie #2 ... Ogi Milanovic

with
MC
Dzenana
Mesa
Floki
Marko T.
Boki
Christian
Alex


CREDITS


Produced by ... Dusan Ivanovic
Photography by ... Dusan Ivanovic
Additional Photography ... Marko Knezevic
Music ... Sceleton Dramatica
Stock Photography ... Master Photo CD

Written, Shot, Edited and Directed by ...
Dusan Ivanovic

TITLE SONG:
"Pullus Stella"
(c)2005 Virtual Mantra
Composed by Dusan Ivanovic
Performed by Sceleton Dramatica

SPECIAL THANKS TO
Cheryl Colan
Tony Weaver
Tamera Shaw
and all the good people who helped me on this project

A Journey to the Center of the Earth
(c)2005 Virtual Mantra

NARRATION (English subtitles)

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Sunset.

Only one look is enough to make me aware of how important 24 hours in a day can be.

My eyes, not strong enough to stand sunlight, have watched.

My ears have heard.

Sometimes I am here, yet sometimes I am not.

Sometimes with a reason. Sometimes without one.

I am traveling towards the center of the earth.

My ride moves alone, fuled with forces more powerful than all.

It takes me to an unknown crossroad, far away from the sun and the sky blanket.

Further down into the womb of mother earth, somewhere half way towards the center.

The crossroad is dark. Mysterious. Seducing.

Unknown people are approaching me from the dark.

Their eyes, evil and empty.

Their shadows not visible on the light that shone upon me.

Well, those are just my creations. My demons of the past.

My old friends that I have forgotten about, days, even years ago.

They walked to me like zombies, almost instinctively wanting to suck blood out of my veins.

Suddenly, a song of an angel.

The echo of its harmony echoed from one of possible directions.

Somehow, zombies have disappeared.

What causes this sound, so calming and restful? So romantic and immortal.

What secret lies behind each tone?

Few more steps and I realize that there is a door on the opposite side.

Unknown red light spread the chaos through the cracks.

Unsure, I am standing in the middle of the crossroad.

Angel's song on the right. Mysterious door on the left.

Confused, I am urged to go one way.

So I did...

Left.

One step over the doorstep, and the door shut behind me.

Terrified by what I have seen, I wanted to go out.

But I couldn't. The door handle got volcanic.

There was no exit.

I watched all those demonic silhouettes as they were laying in a gigantic ashtray, alighted by that same light from before.

Those silhouettes are shadows, trapped forever in gigantic dump of this world.

My ride is here again.

Together, we move over indescribable, hellish areas of my sub-consciousness.

And we enjoy the landscape. Well, more-less.

I am stopping in front of my own face.

But that was not me.

My every move would repeat itself like in a mirror, but there was no mirror there.

I touched him, and he touched me.

Supreme experience. Extreme pleasure.

- Are you me? - I asked my other one.

- I am you as much as you are me... but you don't belong here. - He spoke these last words and disappeared in the fog.

I am moving on. Thinking about my words.

I have seen the exit, and rushed towards it wanting to get out of this madness.

But I am withheld.

I hate that idiot angel. Its stupid glow and small harp are totally irritating.

And now this creep is in my way, not letting me to get out. To freedom.

What an asshole!

I should've gone right.

New awakening. It is a new day for me.

New opportunity.

I get up. I find myself in the center of the earth.

I am at a crossroad again.

Which way should I go now?

(To read the original story on which the film was based on, go to Wires.)

WATCH THE MOVIE

This download was made possible and available thanks to Cheryl Colan, who took time and skill to export the whole thing with subtitles to an Internet-ready format. Thank you Cheryl.




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