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

A divorced journalist Marko Požgaj starts his working day by taking his son to the school. During th...

An invitation to enter the soul of an artist - director Erick Ifergan - through a highly personal re...

This highly stylized, critically acclaimed film from the 70's mixes silent film cards, a soundscape,...

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

Lacking a formal narrative, Warhol's mammoth film follows various residents of the Chelsea Hotel in ...

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

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

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).

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

In Vigo, Spain, during Christmas, Ángel, a Spanish filmmaker, walks through the crowded streets whil...

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

This is a time when we learn afresh that nothing lasts forever and that the variability is an integr...

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Rosso Fiorentino's painting "The Deposition of the Cross" comes to life. The Christ is gradually rem...

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

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

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.