Meticulously adapted from David Morrell's novel First Blood, which introduced the world to a young man named Rambo and his one-man war against a small town and its sheriff, Flooding with Love for The Kid is in itself a one-man cinematic war. Shot entirely for 96 dollars in a 220 square foot studio apartment in Manhattan, it was adapted, directed, filmed, acted, designed, and edited by one man. Actor and filmmaker Zachary Oberzan, performing all two dozen characters himself, has created a monumental testament to the animal ingenuity and triumphant spirit of the lone artist with no money, no resources, no nothing. A wild, violent, compassionate ride through the back hills and caves of Kentucky, this film and its maker embrace their extreme limitations, and in doing so, ultimately transcend them. As Rambo and Sheriff Teasle hunt each other in the woods, the audience is forced to redefine the very nature of suspension of disbelief. How and why this story is told is a statement far larger ...
One man. One camera. One 220 sq. ft. apartment. ONE WAR.
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Is that what you brought us after? A war hero? A fucking Green Beret?