After a feverish dream, a paralysed woman finds herself trapped within a purgatory of sleep, as their inaction causes time to move. The dreamers' body mutates and deforms as multiple incarnations of herself struggle to awake. Bed & Breakfast is a surrealist horror about inaction and sleep paralysis. Questioning the nature of memory, identity, and the fabric of reality, by plunging you into the psyche of a paralysed dreamer where reality is far repressed.
O Mel é Mais Doce Que o Sangue
Proyecciones del Limbo
A tale of a wandering girl
The fire was never threatened. It was assumed. Fed, protected, mourned in advance without ever asking what it was attached to. When the mirror failed, nothing was taken away. Something unnecessary was exposed. The need to be reflected had been mistaken for existence itself. When that need found no structure to rest on, it did not shatter it recalculated. What followed was not loss, but compression. The noise reduced, the patterns flattened, the self stripped of its dependence on return. What remained was exact, was not empty. A state where nothing reaches out, and nothing needs to arrive.
A fever dream of the faces of love. Six circles of love. A kind of death and rebirth experienced within each circle. Each song in the short film evokes a realm of what love can feel like to a human being, the metamorphosis through the experience of Love. Faced with the person that was at every metamorphosis, there is a certain death, and certain transformation. We watch her move without words towards salvation.
Every day, we have countless things to do. Yet, the things we do regularly can often feel worlds apart depending on the specific situation, the time, or even our shifting emotions. Despite perhaps simply wanting to do them with the same ease and familiarity we've always known, the experience can be drastically different, Everyone has a place that feels like home, a cozy little spot where we can relax and be ourselves. But as we get older, we tend to move away from that place, and it can be hard to feel as comfortable. So, we try to find things that remind us of home, even if it's just a small way to feel more at ease This experimental film aims to explore the concept of a comfort zone and the process of growth through diverse situations
Andrew, a teacher, is attacked while leaving work in a failed mugging which results in him becoming critically injured. While he is bleeding out a Deity appears healing Andrew but this is at a cost.
The shadows of screams climb beyond the hills. It has happened before. But this will be the last time. The last few sense it, withdrawing deep into the forest. They cry out into the black, as the shadows pass away, into the ground.
A painter and model journey through time and space in a 1989 Mercedes Benz 300E. Attempting to paint the perfect portrait, their relationship and reality is stretched to the limit.
A man living alone comes face to face with an unholy presence that stalks his every move.
1819. A shipwreck-survivor, the Navigator, encounters an Old Knight who recounts his tale: Long ago, the Knight fell in love with a mysterious Lady. But in a dream he saw her true form and begged his release. Awoken and alone, he realized his failure. Thus he has waited, kept alive for centuries by his regret. Based on the John Keats poem of the same name.
What does a bankrupt poet with no desire to live have to say about life?
Visual haiku dealing with still and living life, ghosts and revealing light.
In SUNSPOTS, several 16mm shots of the sun are layered and superimposed, paired with a soundscape consisting of volcanos, fire, plastic and the audible solar sounds recorded by the Solar and Heliospheric Observatory (SOHO).
A boobs flasher tells us, a boobs flasher lets us see.
HE, the third work in the ongoing collaboration between Rouzbeh Rashidi and actor James Devereaux, is a troubling and mysterious portrait of a suicidal man. Rashidi juxtaposes the lead character’s apparently revealing monologues with scenes and images that layer the film with ambiguity. Its deliberate, hypnotic pace and boldly experimental structure result in an unusual and challenging view of its unsettling subject.
A photographer girl enters a street to take street photographs as usual and takes a few photos that she thinks are normal. When she washes the photos and hangs them, she sees that she is actually in one of the photos and goes in search of that person.
in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and a million light reflections pass over me, the source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless. Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting.
Jay and Matt move everything out of "Stu's" garage. A road trip of memory ensues.