"It’s this tiny little bag filled with fake blood, sometimes just sugar like sugar glass where if it breaks it’s just candy and the cast can eat it, but a squib, a squib is this thing that makes a movie. It’s the moment we turn into a movie. When someone gets a bullet through their chest it’s the squib that does it. You either get a real bullet or you get a squib, that’s the difference. It’s the impact."
My name is Sydney Clara Brafman, and I’m driven to study the human condition, the irony of circumstance, the tragedy of humor and the environments they inhabit.