About The Film
Sublimate is an original, bold and darkly comic UK produced sci-fi feature film that blurs the lines between fantasy and reality.
Creative differences during post production began to mirror the onscreen story with genius auteur Roger Armstrong almost losing his mind trying to push forward the original idea for the film. He was challenged and frustrated at every point by inability to communicate with the rest of the ‘production’ team, ‘co-director’ (and prick) John Hickman plus DoP (and always late) Alastair Cummings and cowboy Stephen Robertson (aka The Dipshit Brothers). Driven by fear (caused by their tiny cocks), The Dipshit Brothers wanted to re-edit Sublimate into a dumbed down, unimaginative, ‘commercial’ buddy comedy destroying Armstrong’s unique, uncompromising vision.
Currently Armstrong and the rest of the production team are not on speaking terms and things got so bad in Autumn 2016 that a laughably pathetic plot to ostracise Armstrong and take control of the film resulted in him being uninvited from the weekly pub get together, Robertson’s wedding, the annual Christmas party and having a psychological breakdown. At breaking point Armstrong dug deep and prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice withdraw his support from the project and kill the film. His courageous action and belief in his vision were not entirely successful and only forced a tenuous and unsatisfactory compromise – two different versions of Sublimate, The Dipshit Brothers bumbling, sanitised, childish, shit show (which will probably never get finished) and the definitive version represented on this website – Armstrong’s beautiful, raw, unflinching, nihilistic satire on twenty first century life.
Roger a drug-addled nineties techno producer, and his best friend, alcoholic wannabe rapper John, attempt to bring about humanity’s next stage of evolution. Their insane plan is to build a machine that bombards people with sound waves making the soul leave the human body and become pure consciousness. It’s a tale of idiocy, delusion and obsession. With no real scientific basis for their machine and Roger’s growing misanthropic messiah complex, the one way trip to a “new age cosmological rave in the sky” soon becomes a dark, bloody journey driven by desperation for success and recognition.