My story begins with a rock and roll band I created with my older brother. Everything that came with that lifestyle was on the plate. It began with creative catharsis and debauchery over many records and tours, and ended with heartbreak, drug addiction, suicide and prison. Noticing that the spirits seem to have spared me from total destruction, I traded the hard stuff for kung fu, and the guitar for a camera.
The first scene I shot was a ritualistic goodbye to the old life: I brought my cherished upright piano to the summit of Mount Royal, doused it with gasoline and set it on fire. Ever since then projects fell into my lap: music videos, commercials, experiments, until my first short film 777 started taking shape.
Strange things happen when an Armenian/Russian/Canadian rock’n’roller makes a psychedelic comedy musical in four languages with a wild cast and crew.