As anxieties dissipate and demons disappear, what emerges is a powerful and enduring statement about humanity, overcoming struggles, the importance of mental health, not being afraid to fail and the resolve of the human spirit. A stunning sonic and visual work of art, the film weaves the 14 songs from the album into a provocative, visceral and thought-provoking journey that brings viewers along on a psychological, emotional and physical ride from life’s lowest lows to the highest highs. Multi-platinum band Shinedown invites viewers into the world of ATTENTION ATTENTION in their new film, bringing to life the story of the acclaimed chart-topping album, which simultaneously hit #1 on Billboard’s Alternative, Top Rock, and Hard Rock Albums Charts, debuted Top 5 on the Billboard 200, and has racked up more than 355 million global streams. Directed by Bill Yukich and featuring band members Brent Smith, Zach Myers, Eric Bass, and Barry Kerch along with actresses Francesca Eastwood and Melora Walters, Gravitas Ventures will release ATTENTION ATTENTION on digital and cable VOD on September 3, 2021. Tobin lied.Īnyway, I drove back to the Peconic Historical Society house and parked in the small lot beside a van marked "Whitestone Florist.Gravitas Ventures, a Red Arrow Studios Company, has acquired worldwide distribution rights to Shinedown’s film ATTENTION ATTENTION, a cinematic experience of the band’s 2018 studio album of the same name. Then she is officially ex, and I lose the opportunity to be an adulterer or a bigamist. Murphy asked, "Where is she?" 'Detective Penrose? She's home with morning sickness."Īside from these little career conflicts, we were actually in love once. I should have opened the bottle of Tobin wine and chugged it before meeting Mrs.
On the other hand, I think I had geriatric overload, and the thought of talking to one more septuagenarian was more than I could handle. I wasn't sure why I was here, but something had drawn me here. That's very nice of her to give up her time. Maybe getting their coffee between cases. I pictured doing PI work for her and her idiot boss. So I told her, "It's me or your job," to which she replied, "Maybe you should change your job" and she meant it-her firm needed a private investigator and she wanted me to take the job. I mean, Jeez, lady, I know somebody has to do it, and the money is terrific, but I was feeling matrimonially challenged. The last straw was when she took the case of a high-level drug guy who, aside from his American problems, was wanted in Colombia for icing a judge. I mean, I'm trying to put scumbags in the slammer, and the woman I'm sleeping with is trying to keep them in business. He may have liked more than her style, but aside from that, our marriage became a conflict of interest. She switched sides and took a high-paying job with a big-name defense attorney who liked her style in court.
Robin, by the way, was a Manhattan assistant district attorney once, which is how I met her. Over the causeway and onto Main Road, heading back toward the hamlet of Cutchogue. Remember, don't talk to anyone except Chief Maxwell, me, and Detective Penrose. All I'm trying to do is help, and I'm getting home-towned by the local old boys. I told her it concerned the Gordon murders. Maybe it was another brown-bearded man in a white Porsche. Yet, he didn't seem to recall his June visit. Fredric Tobin had been at the Gordons' on at least one occasion.
I couldn't see anything sinister about the place, no paintings of burning churches on the walls, no black candles, no needlepoint pentagrams or black cats, and the kitchen had no bubbling witch's cauldron. It wasn't actually a museum in the sense of exhibits it was just a decorated period house. I didn't see or hear anyone in the house, so I wandered about from room to room. The place was all antiques, of course, mostly junk if you want my opinion, but probably worth a bunch of buckos. The foyer was big, and to the left was a large sitting room, to the right was the dining room. The house, as I said, was large, circa about 1850s, typical of the home of a rich merchant or sea captain. She said, "I reached Emma at her florist shop, and she's on her way to the Peconic Historical Society house."
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