I Might Be There (I Won't)

Two men. Friends? Enemies? Lovers? Brothers? One is nothing, success or failure depends on two.

As a family struggles to survive in rural isolation during the Great Depression, their daughter's secret affair begins a journey into the unknown.

(Some of us) Still run down the same [mental&emotional] streets we revered/reproached/replaced as children.

A psychedelic montage of home movie footage gives way to a silent western story.

1 minute experimental film.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

Calangros: Um faroeste sobre o terceiro mundo

From a small cabin in the mountains of New York, Nina Breeder and Massimilian Breeder begin a journey across the United States. California is just the initial destination, but just as the edge of the surrounding landscape expands, so does their ultimate destination. A contemplation of nature and time along a raw journey in the American landscape.

A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.

Shot in the abandoned buildings of Gary, Indiana and the cornfields of Western Illinois, The Twenty-One Lives of Billy the Kid presents a fractured historical narrative without any real protagonist, one in which the titular character goes mostly unseen - Billy the Kid as the always-off-screen assailant, as a ghost’s laugh, as a shadow on the road.

A satiric comedy which dissects the iconography of the 'Soviet Hero'. Original footage of a propaganda film from 1941 is the starting point for this parody of the ideological cliches of Soviet cinema. It follows the story of a Russian crew across the North Pole.

It’s New Year’s Eve and while the Brussels’ city streets are teeming with drunken revelers, the paths of two solitary souls will cross. Max, a poor sod, is drowning his existential confusion in alcohol. Julie, a young woman, finds it impossible to reconcile herself with the bitter realities of her life. But on this festive night, they’ll try to put aside their personal mess and painful pasts. Unfortunately, that past remains hot on their heels. Max’s urgent money needs drove him to commit a robbery with a trio of idiots. Juliette missed a meeting with a bottle of sleeping pills and feels the urge to try again if she can’t find anything worth living. The clock is ticking away to midnight. Whatever happens, there will be fireworks!