Hope This Goes Over Well/Living in an Empty World

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

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.

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

1 minute experimental film.

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

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

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

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

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Calangros: Um faroeste sobre o terceiro mundo

A hole gapes in a house wall. A small flaw, something imperfect that we seldom consciously direct our attention to. Filmmaker Ondřej Vavrečka finds holes in every corner. His focus is on the imperfections of human existence. A hole can also mean an uncertain future, or an empty stomach. The gap that partners leave behind after a breakup. Ondřej Vavrečka does not only deal with visible holes. He looks at the incomplete from a philosophical perspective. He also lets a nuclear physicist, a theologian and an ethnologist have their say. He underscores their thoughts and theses with absurd everyday scenes: a woman with a chair on her head or an invisible skier. These scenes combine with interviews, sounds and stop-motion sequences to create a playful collage.

Naked bodies are buffeted by water accompanied by the music Il Temporale from the opera La Cenerentola and the overture to Il Barbiere di Siviglia both by Gioacchino Rossini.