We Could All Do With a Little Back & Forth As Far As It Concerns the To & Fro of Everywhere Each of Us Go

A Japanese salaryman finds his body transforming into a weapon through sheer rage after his son is kidnapped by a gang of violent thugs.

Disillusioned English banker's wife Mary meets troubled Italian immigrant Bruno, with whom she is captivated by and they set off on a voyage on which they meet a variety of society's dropouts.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Experimental short film with focus on Bahia(Brazilian State) Christian iconography.

Avant-garde homage to pre-revolution Russian silent movies, and to the poet Aleksandr Blok.

Hideo, a young man living away from his parents, is kept under constant surveillance by his doting mother via an omnipresent television monitor. Mama can only communicate with her beloved, absent son through the video screen.

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

"Frozen Jumper" begins in hit-and-run style with a pulsating textural noise. Flickering, nearly rectangular patterns join on the image plane, at first in black-and-white, bringing to mind the sprocket holes in celluloid film and, not least due to the lack of geometric precision, giving the impression of a pre-digital origin. As the soundtrack rattles on in a minimalistic way, the pattern’s twitchy dance is submerged in various warm hues such as yellow, pink, light green and light blue, which in a different rhythm and to a more agreeable music could be perceived as the signature of slightly retro psychedelia.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Circuit bent gain controller run into a CRT TV

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

An invitation to enter the soul of an artist - director Erick Ifergan - through a highly personal retelling of the Orpheus tale suffused with Ifergan's striking paintings, sculpture and conceptual photography.

La Maison en Petits Cubes tells the story of a grandfather's memories as he adds more blocks to his house to stem the flooding waters.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.