Someone has taken her
Barbara Liebowitz was born and raised in Patagonia, Arizona—a town of six hundred residents, ten stop signs, and one sheriff.
At 20 years old, Barbara is a telephone operator. She works the night shift at the local exchange.
On the morning of October 11th, 1961, Barbara’s father died of a heart attack. There was no will. All the land and money went to Barbara.
That night, Barbara disappeared.
The last person to see Barbara was her best friend, Gail Benjamin.
Gail Benjamin’s body was found on the morning of October 15th.
Barbara is missing.
As a filmmaker, I have one goal: make a feature-length film of the highest caliber. Not just any feature, but a great one. One that I would feel proud to watch with my Dad.
Barbara is Missing is my big swing at this singular goal.
As a young filmmaker—fresh out of school—I believe now is the time to attack this holy grail. I’m not waiting for the opportunity to come to me, I’m manufacturing my own.
Barbara is Missing is the type of story you’d find in a paperback pulp western with a loose spine and the name “Chester Nelson” etched in the front cover. It’s the type of story your grandfather would tell you in front of a campfire. It’s a small, simple story—told the right way.