Frozen in a fairy tale… There’s that moment in some, not all, filmmakers’ careers, that she says to herself, “out with the old habits, and in with the new, groundbreaking forces of cinematic nature.” It’s comparable to the moment a life-long addict of oranges drops them all into a pit, because there are suddenly real Granny Smith apples to be had.

Sometimes a visionary unfolds a new onslaught of creative control, or is unable to control the pseudo-contractions she thought could be perverse without genre-defying Medicare. It is in these docile moments in a director’s life that new blood is born (or shed) on new (however old) subconscious subject matter. Jared Masters has never touched on vampires, sea nymphs, gentiles, river fairies or centaurs… until now, simply because he wanted to, and the studio system wasn’t there to stop him.

In an orangutan-like espionage, Masters disproves himself yet again, to be completely trite and anti-tone deaf. A medical examiner would perhaps see his status as unfit for service in this immediate world, but that is because; look around- the media today has been hijacked by a lifeless digital lie; a corrupt definition (not merely a high one).

The days of real working parts are sadly over, and a mundane tsunami of 78% realism (at best), gushes from flat television sets and defecates onto our living room floors. And what’s worse is that everyone seems to be completely fine with it. Well, for the few of you who appreciate practical effects and cinematic dignity, Amethyst is here. You wont see any computer generated sharks or lavish intergalactic worlds rendered on seventeen different computers from a studio staff out of Glendale. What you will witness is the profound true story of a real girl, who took too much LSD, and made a mockery out of herself in the triumph to get to nowhere. Because, like real life (some would argue), there is nowhere anyone really needs to explore (since we have Wikipedia and Google images). But in a fantasy these new age gizmos should not exist, and that is why we have to dig deeper, into a conundrum of selfless satire, void of back bending idolatry and promote healthy fanfare for new ideas, from a new generation of underground artists. The thirst of worn-out appreciators shall be quenched with Amethyst.

Newcomers Grace Klich and Valerie Miller star, with Derrick Biedenback and Olivia Yohai. Cinematography by Takede Osheame. Production assistance and continuity by Matt McPartland and Casey Plemons. Written and directed by “The Woody Allen of Horror” Jared Masters (Slink, Ballet of Blood, After School Massacre).

One drop is enough… Trailer coming soon.