Pretentious Pictures Presents:

movies in Greece

Kiss of Death.

The Toby series.

Too Old to be a Virgin, Too Young to Be a Killer.

The Trial of Don Juan.

Greek Island Murder.

Loose Shoes.

Beauty and the Beast.

The Courier.

My Husband Suspects.

The Greek  rebate. 

Robert MacLean is an independent filmmaker. His recent The Light Touch is on Amazon Prime, Tubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a film reviewer, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. No brains, but an intellectual snob.

“I was beastly but never coarse. A high-class sort of heel.”

The Light Touch on Amazon Prime

The Natural Wish to Be Robert MacLean

The Devil's Pleasure Garden

With a Song in My Fart

With a song in my fart
I behold your adorable face.
Just a toot at the start
But it soon is a hymn to your grace.
When the music swells
I breathe through my hand
It tells you I'm standing near, and—

At the sound of its voice
I have opened my portal to you.
Can I help but rejoice
That a song such as mine bubbles through?
But I always knew
I would live life through
With a song in my fart foooooooooooooooor you.

Life on an Island

On amazon

Four or five people all held in conjunction
No matter whether we like it or not.
Two and a half years now with the same woman
I wonder if love can be ever enough.

Four or five people in configuration,
Although we don't see one another that often,
Performing small civilized acts of frustration
That sex and hearts and alcohol soften.

Four or five people don't all like each other,
Even sometimes the ones most closely linked.
Nevertheless we can all, if we bother,
Secrete enough unction to get us through drinks.

Four or five people join hands in the sea,
Talking of wishes and seasons and weather,
Waving their white legs down at me
Whose night is where they swim together.

Four or five people out caught in the rain,
Dispersing in spirit like devils in pigs.
Perhaps two or three really do admire pain.
The rest of us cheer ourselves up eating figs.