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

An experimental journey through a year in the life of the director, using his always playing playlis...

A sexual reverie unfolds over the course of one ethereal night. Characters wander through an erotic ...

Italian immigrant kidnaps a wealthy British woman, and they fall in love.

Avant-garde homage to pre-revolution Russian silent movies, and to the poet Aleksandr Blok.

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

A gang of women wreak havoc in the city, killing various men who have treated women poorly. And some...

An anthology of one-minute films created by 51 international filmmakers on the theme of the death of...

August 2019. Frank recognizes his own story of twenty years ago in a recently published book. He rem...

A filmmaker recalls his youth in the town of Onomichi. In the present, he shoots a film in Onomichi ...

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

I really hope this is well-received. I really hope there's some sort of reprieve.

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

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.

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).

It's time the times met each other over & over.