Claudia is from Italy; her brother died ten years ago, and he's her inspiration. Her film is called Blind Date, about a woman waiting for her blind date. She gets frustrated when he doesn't show up, she goes to the bathroom, and she ends by farting in a stall next to her date. The judges think it looked good but smelled bad, and Garry gives her the "be a woman" speech again, which could get old real fast. As could Claudia, if she survives, which I doubt. At least her brother won't have to cringe from heaven much longer.
Jason is from Winchester, Kentucky, and his film is called Ghetta Rhoom, about a nerdy guy who wants acceptance. This geeky guy hears some toughs telling a couple to get a room, so he does the same thing to an old couple. He gets thrown out and hit by a car, and goes to heaven, and the same thing happens and he gets sent to hell. The judges are completely horrified that the guy seemed mentally challenged instead of geeky, and Garry is the only one who can form a coherent sentence about it, saying it was possibly a failure to direct the actor rather than a complete affront to civilized society. Can't we have both?
David has been a film geek all his life, and basically tells us that he's never been laid. His film is called File Size, about this guy who basically doesn't know how to work in an office. It looked okay, but the judges are way too kind to him, given that there was no story.
Zach is a special-effects whiz from Vancouver, and his film is called Danger Zone, about a safety lab that's kind of misnamed. Basically, something goes awry, setting off a domino effect of disaster and ineptitude in the lab. Fun to watch; not sure what the point was, but it was all done in one shot, which is amazingly impressive given the stunts and effects involved. The judges love it, and Garry says he's going to be a big picture director.
Trever James used to be an actor, but now is behind the camera. His film is called A Golf Story, about an old golfer trying to take a title from a young whipper-snapper. The cocky kid sinks a no-look putt -- only he hit the other guy's ball. It's apparently supposed to be miniature golf, but it isn't clear, so the satire is compromised, and Carrie and D.J. tell him so. On top of that, it was pretty dumb.
Shalini is from Brooklyn, and she wants to tell human-rights stories. Her film, Love In The Year 2007, is about how technology should bring us together, but often separates us. This girl's boyfriend dumps her via singing telegram, so she goes to a five-minute-dating thing and meets her grandfather. Well shot, dumb, and derivative; the technology issue is tangential at best, and as Carrie points out, when you're ripping off Must Love Dogs in a minute-long short, maybe you should look for fresher subject matter.