Cameras Pointed Straight into the Sun

A poetic essay. An Algerian soldier wanders through Algiers and the countryside, whilst a voiceover of the soldier's mother laments his death.

A teenager decides to shut himself off from the world around him after receiving bad news.

Blu animation takes a circular trip around a room

Doodles keep dripping down from the mouth of an idiot.

As technology accelerates, our species' collective imagination of the future grows ever more kaleidoscopic. We are all haunted by temporal distortion, perhaps no more than when we attempt to remember what the future looked like to our younger selves. As the mist of time devours our memories, the future recedes; each of us burdened by the gaping mouth of entropy. Yet, emerging technology provides a glimmer of hope; transhumanism promises a future free from mortality, disease and pain. Does our salvation lie in digital simulacra? We're here to sell you the answer to that question, for the low, low price of four hundred and seventy seconds.

A film beyond the eyelids. In one word: a trip.

There is no escape… From one side of the globe to the other, there is no escaping the faces, the visions, the ever-watchful camera. There is no escaping the mask, there is no escaping the resonating echoes of images and sounds that cross each other over time. There is no escaping the cinema. There is no escaping the terrors of the mind. “A mysterious loner, perhaps a poet, journeys through a series of uncanny surrealistic landscapes with an unclear purpose. His adventure is divided into three sections. The main theme of this experiment is to compare the eerier qualities of different landscapes and interpose the characters within them, elaborating the project’s ongoing preoccupation with extracting sinister moods from ordinary settings. In a way, these can be seen as experimental horror films in which an atmosphere of dread is evoked and sustained without the expected narrative trappings.”

Two thieves are reluctant to steal but their evil boss doesn’t want to hear it. So the two clumsy burglars, who would much rather go dancing somewhere, have to break into an abandoned house. Once inside, they stumble across a gramophone and release a bunch of ghosts from it.

After Romaine is kidnapped at the hands of the shadowy Spicers, Detective Alfredo Pasta goes undercover to find his missing friend and root out an evil conspiracy in San Pancrisco.

Seeking fulfillment, a young drifter forgoes isolation to embark on a year-long murder spree.

An animated film made from approximately 1700 laser printed photo(collage)s, manipulated by hand.

Clothes make the man, but sometimes they also reveal what kind of beast the wearer really is. In this animated film, we visit a pleasant pastry shop, which suddenly transforms from a place of comfort, sweet idleness, and chatter into an arena full of wild animals.

An experimental film about a peaceful and carefree life in a small Dalmatian town, which turns into bloodshed and horror on the eve of the Italian occupation of the country.

A gang of women wreak havoc in the city, killing various men who have treated women poorly. And sometimes they do it just for fun.

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.

In a town where the adults live on ground level and children refuse to come down from the treetops, a series of interviews sets out to discover - what is it exactly that the generations misunderstand about each other? This animated documentary highlights the absurdity of childhood, adult-ness, the internet, and generational gaps.

The bourgeoisie is having a celebration in a round room where eating, sipping, and dancing is followed by dancing, sipping and eating. This could go round and round forever.

The theatrical stage takes place in a foreign space and reveals a feast of different forms of memories.

Within a single space, the director treats the sorrows of two people married to each other.

The Boyg is the voice within that whispers go around, preventing you from facing yourself, suffocating progress and initiative. A six minute visual and musical remix of Ibsens Peer Gynt, Norwegian Folklore, Edvard Griegs composition, paralyzing panic attacks and The Great Boyg itself who finds us all.