The secret of the third filmmaker

In all of his existences, KOBE KOTORO embarks on an everlasting odyssey through the home of his mind. A transformative journey in hopes to find understanding, identity & reflection. And if nothing else; the freedom to try again.

An experimental short film capturing the delicate beauty of different flowers.

An unknown girl breaks out of her daily grind by undergoing an intense audio-visual trip.

A conversation between reality and consciousness.

Rua de Santa Catarina, a street that was formerly home to dozens of local businesses and hundreds of Porto residents, now sees a crowd of tourists attracted by the cheap, disposable amenities that are popping up everywhere at once. Gentrification has decontextualized Portuguese culture, rendering the landscape uncanny. The Basin Woman, a symbol of the female workers of the historic Bolhão Market, is chased down by seagulls in the midst of this transcendent chaos.

Experimental short film by Barbara Sykes

Seoul, 1996. Wastewater from developed film reels is dumped into the sewers. From this toxic discharge, a monster awakens, carrying the memories of countless movies imprinted on the film reels. Burdened by a vanished past, the monster wanders the city.

o céu diante dos meus olhos nunca é cinza

During Childbirth, a mother is told the child is stillborn, and she struggles to finish the birth in order to survive.

From the bleeding stillness of the night, day is birthed.

Two kids' friendship is tested in a game of cards as a mysterious figure watches them from outside.

This was a film about you

LIFE

undressed

Melancholie vnějších mezí

Two people attempt to connect over a great distance.

"When Mollie's routine between a real and surreal gets interrupted by an uncalled visitor, the line between reality and dream blurs."

Plaga Alada

Sunny. Semantic sequences guide the gaze, a gaze that is sometimes raised, propelled downwards, then too high or motionless in front of an unrecognizable and yet so familiar vision. The images, linked by echoes of chromatic palettes and linear layers, scroll to the rhythm of a voice, reminiscent of an incantation. Sacred.

Le Gigot