A terrified old lady, alone in her vintage Manor shrieks, ‘There’s a man in my house!” down the phone to police, straight out of a 1920s horror flick. Little does she know, it’s Peter Sarsgaard.

Whilst we’d would have no problems if Sarsgaard were to show up on our stairs unannounced (that said, he does creep up in magnificient shadowy fashion), the premise is set and a series of intruiging and often spooky images follow in Caveman‘s short film, “Old Friend”; shadowy couples on a dying-out dancefloor; a woman scribbling furiously into a notebook a la The Shining by a campfire; snippets of phone conversations between Sarsgaard and an amibigious hipster, and then back to the vintage cinema imagery of the intruder in the house plot.

Blending genre and imagery , director Phil Di Fiore champions the hazy drawl of the guitars and the dark corridoors we find the music often ending up in; seperate tangents and riffs are explored in this 8 minute ‘mini film’. The unique way in which the film’s narrative flits about reminded me a lot of Twin Peaks, where real and dream worlds coexist seamlessly, and the weirdos are out in full force. Strangely, blending the summary haze of Caveman’s music with the spacey, sinister narrative of the clip is a perfect match, just like we are with Peter Sarsgaard (kidding, sort of).