This is a direct ask for $100 to $10,000 in private funding to support the ongoing development of All Is Well — a feature film made inside a living, breathing, post-coercive system.

This page is for those who understand: 

• the weight of long-term anticipatory grief,
• the unnecessary toxicity baked into the dominant film industry,
• the need to fund new standards for how stories are told and how artists are sustained.
  

I’m inviting you to partner with me (Sarah Grabman) in directing a standard of respect for grief, disability, and consent in the film industry.

When I sat with the core meaning of money, what came through was control.
Control means “to direct” and “the standard” (in experiments).

In that understanding, money directs the standard.
Money moves matter. It translates power into material. It defines what (+who) gets resourced.

Since we live in a coercive culture, money has been used to non-consensually dominate and materially ground a false belief that power is a scarce resource and we must earn our right to get our basic survival needs met.

In a consensual culture, operating from the root understanding that we all have power and all need support, money directs the standard of sufficient distribution of dignity through resource.

In consensual culture, the standard isn’t domination or coercive control. It’s dignity.
Money is a tool of distributed care. Funding is a practice in structural empathy.

It’s 1977, and some shit is going down.

It’s a cat show, very serious, very important. Set at a B-grade resort in the Catskills at the same time as a new age spiritual convention. Our protagonists are semi-celebrities in the Long Island cat show scene. 

The Cat Fancier show in the Catskills serves as a perfect opportunity to have a family vacation with their grown kids and quickly, secretly, sell their top stud for a shitton of money to get them out of a financial hole—

The dad lost his law license and partnership at a Manhattan law firm.
He has Alzheimer’s. The grown kids don’t know how to process it. The family has so far only pretended all is well.

Midway through their plan, the stud cat dies. The parents have to fess up. The kids crack, not because the cat dies, but because of the lies.

They decide to stick to the plan anyway and take the cat to a taxidermist. Maybe no one will notice?

It’s got some Little Miss Sunshine, Best In Show, a flavor of Scorsese-mafia underground show cat business. Slightly Jewish/Slightly Catholic with a heavy hand of new age spiritual bypassing. A summer fling the daughter believes is the whole thing. It’s a bit unhinged.

It’s a movie about my family. A mix of my parents, my grandparents, and my own story.
Grief, humor, and silently dysfunctional families finally splitting at the seams.