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By February 4, 2020 Source: YouTube "You're my daughter, this is my problem! " Vertical Entertainment has debuted the full-length official trailer for the "critically acclaimed Southern Gothic neo-noir thriller" titled Blood on Her Name, which marks the feature directorial debut of filmmaker Matthew Pope. We featured a teaser trailer for this last year, to promote the film's premiere at the Fantasia Film Festival. It's arriving in theaters and also on VOD later this month. Blood on Her Name is about a local garage owner named Leigh who ends up with a dead body on her hands. Her panicked decision to cover up an accidental killing spins out of control when her conscience demands she return the dead man's body to his family. The film stars Bethany Anne Lind, Will Patton, Elisabeth Röhm, Jared Ivers, Jimmy Gonzales, and Jack Andrews. I think the teaser is better than this full trailer, but maybe it's just the way this is put together. It lacks grainy grittiness and mysteriousness. Here's the full official trailer for Matthew Pope's Blood on Her Name, direct from Vertical's YouTube: You can still see the first teaser trailer for Pope's Blood on Her Name here, for the original reveal again. The dead body lies at her feet, its blood still draining onto the floor… It was an accident, borne out of self defense, but its discovery could have devastating consequences for local garage owner Leigh Tiller (Bethany Anne Lind) and her son. In a panic, Leigh decides to conceal the crime, cleaning the bloody scene and scrambling to dispose of the body. But can she actually disappear a man from the earth— from his family— leaving them forever wondering? As Leigh is torn between her primal instincts and tortured conscience she struggles to keep her sins hidden from her estranged father-- a cop with a long history of moral compromise (Will Patton)-- and from the keen-eyed girlfriend of the deceased (Elisabeth Rohm). Blood On Her Name is a character-driven thriller that explores questions of guilt, moral identity, and the irrevocability of choices in the direst circumstances. Blood on Her Name is directed by Matthew Pope, making his feature directorial debut after a few short films previously. The script is by Don Thompson and Pope. This initially premiered at the Fantasia Film Festival last summer. Vertical Ent. will release Pope's Blood on Her Name in select theater + on VOD starting on February 28th late this month. Still intrigued? Find more posts: Indies, To Watch, Trailer Discover more around the web:.
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Blood on her name watch full length hd. Blood on her name watch full length song. Reminds me of 187 with Samuel L. Jackson. Blood on her name watch full length video. This looks like a wattpad story I read lol. There’s an entire sub-genre of slow-burn thrillers centered on everyday people forced by circumstance into a life and death world previously unknown to them. More specifically, the films are about a “good” person” who makes a choice — out of anger, greed, foolishness — that sets in motion a bloody chain of events requiring actions and reactions well beyond their wheelhouse. Two of the best in recent years are Blue Ruin (2013) and Bad Day for the Cut (2017), but in addition to being tales fueled by vengeance they’re also ones about men. Director/co-writer Matthew Pope ‘s feature debut, Blood On Her Name, goes counter to both as it focuses instead on a woman simply struggling to do right by her family, but as a tension-filled and devastating look at the inevitability of consequence it absolutely belongs in the same conversation. Leigh ( Bethany Anne Lind) stands over a dead body in the garage she owns. Blood pools from the dead man’s head, and while she comes close to calling the police, her fingers hesitate over the phone. Her teenage son Ryan ( Jared Ivers) sits afraid and shaken in another room, and with worries about him, painful memories about her own father ( Will Patton), and the fate of her already struggling business swirling in her head, she decides instead to dispose of the body. It’s a decision born from desperation, and it’s one complicated by her own morality — the dead man has a family of his own, and not wanting to leave them trapped in a purgatory of not knowing what happened to him, she instead returns the body to their shed for them to find. No good deed, as they say. Blood On Her Name wisely drops viewers right at the moment of emotional conflict — the dead man, and the choice that will haunt what follows. Leigh’s problems began far earlier, though, and the film slowly teases those origins out across its running time revealing her to be a character more informed by her past than defined by it. Some of her issues come as a package deal with being a woman and a daughter, but while they try to pull her backward it’s her ferocity and determination as a mother that keeps her fighting forward. Pope’s script (co-written by Don M. Thompson) accomplishes this dynamic best through conversations between friends, family, and strangers, but it stumbles slightly with a handful of flashbacks that struggle to fit the film’s otherwise starkly pragmatic tone. We’re grounded in Leigh’s reality, a world smeared equally in blood, tears, and grease, and lucid dreams/memories that see her alongside her younger self feel too far removed. They’re a minor distraction, though, as they’re both infrequent and overshadowed by the rich character interactions revealing far more effectively the weight of family and history. Leigh’s relationship with her father is especially telling as the source of much of her trouble, but the film wisely refuses to lay it all at his feet. It isn’t pointing fingers, and while Leigh is tempted to she’s instead compelled to accept her own role in this current predicament. As with 2008’s Frozen River, this isn’t a film about a female victim as it’s instead the story of a complex woman weighed down by choice and consequence. Decisions made by the men in her life have undoubtedly helped shape her, but it’s her own that carry the ultimate weight. Both the script and Pope’s direction avoid flashiness preferring instead to let tensions and anticipation simmer on their way to outbursts both verbal and violent. Dialogue is economical at times, and while the necessary details come through, the bulk of their power comes packed in exchanges between Leigh and her father. Lind and Patton both give achingly controlled performances here as a daughter and father marked as deeply by their shared trauma as by their individual sins, and while dialogue provides the details it’s their faces that tell the story. Patton’s no stranger to intense characters, and it’s once again a factor here as his attempt towards mending past transgressions only serves to ratchet things up further. Similarly, Lind plays Leigh as a woman brought her through forces beyond her control — but trapped here through actions of her own. The title is as applicable to her family name as it is to given one, and as she cycles through anger, resentment, guilt, and love, Lind’s portrayal reveals a woman hellbent on salvaging the scraps of her life and a future that she may not even be a part of. Guilt, PTSD, and a desperate desire to avoid a cycle of violence make for a powerful combination, and Lind makes her a woman worth caring about instead of one worth pitying. One quick note… Leigh’s choices throughout the film are the kind prone to critical scoffing — “that’s dumb, I’d never do that” — but as with the other films mentioned above they’re the kinds of choices made by real, average people in desperate situations well beyond their wheelhouse. It’s easy to point out “dumb” decisions on the screen from the comfort of our couch, but the only thing that matters is whether we believe these characters would make these choices under these conditions. Leigh’s situation is clear, her options are ugly, and she’s fueled by a single-minded goal. We believe her, and what follows is all the more tragic because of it. Blood On Her Name is a beautifully told tale of family, crime, and the price we sometimes pay for both. Elements here are shared with other, similar films featuring unprepared people in unfamiliar situations, but it stands as part of a very select grouping of movies that focus on a woman’s perspective. It’s ultimately a sad film, one infused with suspense and humanity, but that female perspective carries through to the very last line as an unexpected and haunting expression of guilt and concern.
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"I have always wanted to come here, " A female Terran in the back said, her hair whipping around her face from the wind the vehicle's velocity caused. She was wearing adaptive camouflage and had a magack rifle in her hands with goggles over her eyes like everyone else in the little 'Jeep" did. "Things just kept coming up. " "Yeah, it gets like that, " The other passenger, a male Terran, said. He was looking at the surroundings, but to Nakteti it felt more menacing, more sharp edged, than just looking at the surroundings. She still couldn't believe that suddenly she was important enough to rate even more bodyguards. There were six of the giant black Mechaneks running ahead, beside, and behind the vehicle, their feet sending up puffs of sand as they ran silently. Sonic baffling, she thought to herself, turning away from the Mechaneks and the sand to stare out the windshield at more sand. Finally the vehicle turned the corner, around a large cliff, and it all came into sight. A massive valley in the sandstone, some of the sandstone coated with a thin layer of lossglass. Ahead were pillars, some fallen, some still standing; giant pyramids; buildings and statues carved from solid rock. Standing guard were fierce looking armors, with elaborate head dresses and carrying staffs that crackled with energy. Major Carnight stopped the vehicle and got out. "We walk from here. They don't want vehicles profaning this valley. " "What is this place? " Nakteti asked as she got out. "The Valley of the Kings, where an ancient kingdom once buried their dead. There's ancient legends of warpgates, but nobody's found any actual evidence despite this being one of the better places to put them before the Loss. The magnetic field back then would have supported a warpgate quite easily, " one of the Mechaneks said softly. "The battles fought here were so legendary even great religious figures once fought in these sands. " Nakteti looked at the architecture around her as she slowly walked with the others. She knew they were walking slowly because of her stride. Human strides were roughly a meter, hers were half that. Watching historical videos and taking part in historical eVR's had given Nakteti a certain awe of the human stride. She had seen recordings of something called "The Olympic Games" which were divided into four categories. 'Natural' which required a genescan, 'Biomod' which only allowed certain genetic modifications and bio-engineered tissues, 'Cyber' which allowed and required certain cybernetic parts, and lastly: Unlimited, where there were no restrictions. It was the 'Natural' that intrigued her. The idea of so many different nations, so many different planets now, all competing in a two month long series of events was just dazzling to her. 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No graviton, no anti-grav, just muscle, round sticks, mud, and a whip. She stood just outside the tomb, staring at her Terrans. The six Mechaneks, all men and women that had been 'killed' or volunteered to be full conversion cyborgs. The three others. Two of them 'bioborgs', their bodily organs replaced by vat-grown tissue designed for combat, the last Major Carnight, who was apparently about as close as someone in the Terran military got to 'Pure Strain Human' and was still in service. She could hear them loudly discussing whether or not a mummified priest could breathe a cloud of bees on an unbeliever. They were waving their hands and arms, their body language aggressive, but she had been around humans long enough to know that things weren't about to get violent, they were all fully engaged in the discussion and were bringing their natural human aggressiveness into the discussion. Nakteti moved up and stood with them. The conversation trailed off with an "well, I think they could" and they all looked at her. "Did you find what you were looking for? " Major Carnight asked, kneeling down in front of her. Nakteti nodded slowly. "I believe so. This is an ancient place and I understand why they do not want it defiled. " "This place speaks to some people, " The Mechanek Gunnery Sergeant said softly. "My father took me here when I was nine so I could know how even the Mantid could not erase my people. I knelt on one knee with a bowed head, alone but the Medjay, before the sarcophagus of Pharaoh Khufu and knew I was born to be a Marine. Felt his eyes upon me even beyond death and heard his wisdom in my soul. " Nakteti nodded again, bringing out her water bottle and taking a long drink. "You can feel every one of the fifteen-thousand years upon this place, " the bioborg male said. Nakteti spit out her water. "What? " The bioborg male repeated himself. Nakteti looked around her, at what felt like ruins a hundred million years old. "They're only fifteen thousand years old? " she stared at the humans. "But it was built with muscle power, mud, sticks, and whips! " They all nodded. "My people were industrious, " Gunnery Sergeant Bowman said. He swept his hands out. "Here we buried our great Pharaohs and Priest Kings with their servants to watch over us from the Afterlife. " "Fifteen thousand years ago my people had been enslaved by the Lanaktallan! " she blurted. The Marine looked at her and suddenly those blue eyes seemed cold. "And we will teach you how to make them regret that. " A cold breeze swept over Nakteti, stirring the sand at her feet. It sounded like whispers, cold whispers, to her for a moment. Her datalink flash ERROR for a second before it cleared up. She looked at the humans and understood again, an epiphany that matched that one from the night where bunnies had made her almost hysterical. It felt so ancient because it mattered to the humans. Even with barely known history wiped out by wars and disasters, this place still mattered to the humans. A thousand generations had gone by and Gunnery Sergeant Bowman still heard his ancestors speaking to him. Nakteti was silent the walk back to the little Jeep, on the ride back, thinking about what she had learned. Her people had been like almost everyone else. They cooperated, they built what was best for all, they spent time improving cooperation and sharing. While her people were being enslaved by the Lanaktallan, the humans, with water, sand, sticks, muscle, and whips, had built stone structures that had survived a near hit from glassing. A society still using Bronze had built an edifice that people came to see, came to commune with, even after they had lost almost everything about the people who had built them. She thought about her own people. Her history class had mainly focused on how lucky her people were that the Lanaktallan had arrived to stop them from destroying themselves soon after they had built their first jumpcore and made their first jumpdrive journey. She tried to think if her people had ever built such things. She didn't know. Why didn't she know? When she returned to her new hotel room she sat quietly, keeping the lights dimmed, as she thought about it. She ate, chewing mechanically, and thought about it. She bathed herself, rubbing the foam until she was nothing but a mass of bubbles, and thought about it. She knew her people had discovered technology too quickly. Were lucky the Lanaktallans had arrived. But what else had they done? TerraSol's history was insane, crazed. They didn't know truth from legend, worse, they didn't care. She'd heard it repeated often: "That's obviously bullshit but it's cool so I choose to believe it. " But hers... hers was... Gone? How? How had she never noticed before? How had her people let it happen? "I knelt before him... " echoed in her head, a paraphrase of the massive Warborg who even now was guarding her. The Lanaktallan would remind her that such a place was a waste of resources. The gold, the stored grain, the time and energy put into building such a monument, was wasteful in a finite universe. Yet Gunnery Sergeant Bowman had lost his mortal body by rushing into a battle-damaged reactor room and pulling six people from the wreckage and shut down the reactors before the battleship could explode. It had destroyed his genecode, and he had chosen to become a Mechanek. He had saved thousands of his fellow shipmates in an action that prevented something that, as a space vessel Captain, Nakteti secretly feared. He was what was known as 'The Living Dead Borgs'. He had knelt before a ruler 15, 000 years dead, who had 'ordered' him to become a Marine, and he had saved thousands. Nakteti paced back and forth in her room. What had her people built? What had happened to their great works? She turned on the Tri-Vid and flipped through channels. There, a bloody gorey gruesome charge up a beach where unarmored Terrans climbed over their own dead to break the back of an enemy nation. There, Terrans in damaged armor fought in the tunnels beneath Hateful Mars against Mantids two times their size, matching bladearms able to score warsteel with chrome steel tools. There, a small Terran girl ran from a burning city, stripped naked, covered in burns. There, red skinned warriors riding great feathered lizards wielding bows fought warriors wearing blue and yellow on horseback with pistols and swords. There, a Treana'ad tasted an ice cream cone. There, a ship Captain ordered his engines to overload on a deserted ship so he could destroy a meteor that was going to destroy a world. There, a hologram addressed a world. They had history. She knew that if she got one of the Terrans they could name every single one of those images she had seen. Where was her people's history? She refused to believe that they didn't have one. She refused to believe what she had been taught, that once her people had banded together they had lived modestly. Humans could walk, could run, for days. They never stopped, they never gave up, they just kept going and going. No matter what, they just kept on coming. No matter how far even history ran, they would simply keep on walking. They could run across an entire continent in two months. They could run through a million years of technology because they did. not. stop. They didn't sit back and go 'well, this is good enough' because humans just kept on going. Kept pounding their footsteps into the dirt. Their history was their unstopping footsteps. Where was hers? She clenched her teeth, knowing the answer to what had happened to her people's history. The Lanaktallans. we'll teach you to make them regret that...
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