My name is Neal Simmons

CV INDI FILMS
Small Films. Big Truths.


I make short films the way some people breathe —
quick, raw, necessary.

Two or three minutes at a time,
I explore the battles we fight in our heads:
the fear that whispers,
the humour that saves us,
the thoughts we never say out loud.

My edits aren’t perfect.
My camera shakes.
My stories wander.
My characters bite.

Sometimes the whole thing won’t make sense to anyone but me —
and that’s alright.

Art doesn’t need to be understood to mean something.
These “novice imperfections” are part of what make my work honest, human, and carefree.

I use AI — but I don’t rely on it.
It’s a tool, not a crutch.
A well‑oiled helper that lets me refine, shape, and polish the ideas already living in my head.
The heart of the work is still mine.

My films aren’t commercial, and they were never meant to be.
I don’t chase numbers, algorithms or charts.
I’m not polishing myself for TV — they wouldn’t play this stuff anyway.
 
... And that’s fine.

What matters is the connection.
The people who find these films and actually feel something —
they’re the ones who get it.

They see the truth in the rough edges,
the honesty in the mess.
And for me, that’s enough.

Life’s been heavy, strange, beautiful and brutal,
so creating gives me a purpose I can finally rest in.
I write, act, film and edit because the chaos feels truer
when it’s held in one pair of hands.
 
No committees.
No filters.
No pretending.

The world outside can feel like a rigged game —
money climbing ladders,
people slipping down them,
rules bending for the ones who already won.

We’re taught simple stories to explain complicated systems,
while the real lessons hide under noise and nonsense.
Somewhere in the middle of all that, we cope, we create...

...We keep going.

That’s where my films live —
between the horror and the humour,
between the anxiety and the punchline,
between who we are and who we’re trying to be.

Small films.
Made honestly.
Made independently.

Made with blunt truth, quiet poetry,
and the freedom to not make sense to anyone but me.