Metamorphosis

Corpus II Home presents a fatalist visualisation of the psychological effects of the world coming to a standstill. The mind becomes hyper aware of itself, every thought, every movement is methodically registered and evaluated, creating a suffocating environment that will have brutal consequences.

Set in a parallel universe entering a black hole, a woman reading the book of Revelation has visions of regeneration during Anthropocene.

This fantastical movie inspired by the music of Michael Jackson features imaginative interpretations of hit tracks from the iconic 1987 album “Bad”.

An unknown future. A boy confesses to the murder of another in an all-boy juvenile detention facility. More an exercise in style than storytelling, the story follows two detectives trying to uncover the case. Homosexual tension and explosive violence drives the story which delivers some weird and fascinating visuals.

Experimental short film exploring New York City's multicultural history through the eyes of three chosen individuals.

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

(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.

A punk scarecrow, endowed by life, annihilates its roots and revitalizes its territory.

A found footage examination of what happened at the lake today. Where were you? An exquisite corpse by Non Films. 8mm images randomly selected from found footage; poem written without images; music written without images or words. WINNER: BEST BROOKLYN PROJECT (Brooklyn Film Festival).

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

Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.

Wax and wane until there is naught but boring pain.

A film that places the bright and dark sides of life close together. From an understatement beginning, the movie drives up to an ecstatic highlight with a love act between two young people. The orgasm becomes an enormous image flow into the crematorium's death machine.

Shortly before his death, Romitelli together with his friend Paolo Pachini and the poetess Kenka Lèkovich, resurrected the dream of a total scenic art (a furnace of sensations, they called it, an_ initiation rite_) in the manner of the Futurists: rhythms and gleams of light striking metals (for the video part), poems in iron and chrome singing of fusion with matter (Kenka Lekovich), acoustic/electric music highly amplified, filtered, spatialised, in as artificial a manner as possible. An Index of Metals bears vigorous witness to this determination to go beyond: sizzling orchestration, electric and psychedelic; a voice which plays on effects, murmurs with reverb, cackles into a megaphone, screams like a pop star; and an electric guitar score of a kind that no ‘serious’ composer has ever written, sliding across an infinite range of tones with a lightness of touch and blurring of contours.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

James Sumner directs and animates the entire Dirty Projectors’ The Getty Address.

A film in five different sections, each containing a different soundscape by Ostrowski. Hand painted film, intense exposure, morphing textures and shapes into a seamless whole; geometrical games sabotaging themselves; and the incessant lure of the abstract paint drift. The soundscapes, of course, build up like fountains of picture, oscillating between contemplative sculptures with electronically manipulated strings and harsh noise attacks on our senses. Despite the use of sound as a central filmic element, Cyanonide stands as a proof of the enduring influence of Brakhage on american avant-film.

A young girl’s fiery dance, accidentally caught on 16 mm film in the street. The viewer is confronted by the sacrificial and the passionate, the strong and the fragile, the fleeting and the eternal. These are the faces of femininity.

As years and years go by, a tiny civilization makes its way upwards.