Futility's narrative is told in two voiceovers, with images from found and archival footage. The first section is a woman's pregnancy and subsequent difficulties scheduling an abortion; the second is a moribund love letter. The images ebb and flow with the stories, by turns illustrative, metaphoric, or aloof.

 

 

This is the first film I made, and a lesson in the magic of cinema! The possibilities in "collage" film of this sort are endless; the propensity of viewers to find the connection between image and sound is an amazing gift. In editing with found footage, an airplane becomes a harbinger of doom, a handshake becomes symbol of betrayal. The images take on strange symbolism, isolated from their more mundane beginnings. It was a liberating way to work, especially for a film that is somewhat brooding...I had been more familiar with found footage movies as "spoof" or "slapstick," but I found that the collaged archival footage could take on a desolate and dismal tone quite easily.