1 minute experimental film.
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A divorced journalist Marko Požgaj starts his working day by taking his son to the school. During the day many thoughts and images pass through his mind - the memories of childhood, ex-wife, current girlfriend, but mostly his father who died in a war.
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.
The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by modified Barbie dolls.
Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.
Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).
Short film produced by the BBC about JG Ballard's Crash. “The film was a product of the most experimental, darkest phase of Ballard’s career. It was an era of psychological blowback from the sudden, shocking death of his wife in 1964, an era that had produced the cut-up ‘condensed novels’ of Atrocity plus a series of strange collages and ‘advertisers’ announcements. After Freud’s exploration within the psyche it is now the outer world of reality which must be quantified and eroticised. Later there were further literary experiments, concrete poems and ‘impressionistic’ film reviews, and an aborted multimedia theatrical play based around car crashes. After that came an actual gallery exhibition of crashed cars, replete with strippers and the drunken destruction of the ‘exhibits’ by an enraged audience.” (from: http://aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.blogspot.de/2013/01/short-film-adaptation-of-jg-ballards.html)
A filmmaker recalls his youth in the town of Onomichi. In the present, he shoots a film in Onomichi alongside his cast, crew and family.
Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.
Italian immigrant kidnaps a wealthy British woman, and they fall in love.
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.
An invitation to enter the soul of an artist - director Erick Ifergan - through a highly personal retelling of the Orpheus tale suffused with Ifergan's striking paintings, sculpture and conceptual photography.
This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.
Avant-garde homage to pre-revolution Russian silent movies, and to the poet Aleksandr Blok.
Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.
Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.
Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.
Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.
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