The film takes us through the working day of protagonists, factory workers. Their basic working tool is their body, ready to execute strenuous manual tasks. Day after day the same story, the same faces, the same spaces, the same tasks. Feeling confined, they seek a sheet anchor, a way out, an escape. They venture into the unknown, dance, drift and float in the air.

In the small town of Kansk, the Krasnoyarsk Territory many years in a row there is an international ...

The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by mod...

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).

Cinema and painting establish a fluid dialogue and begins with introspection in the themes and forms...

"My last image of Jonas."—Ken Jacobs

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Rather than writing a simple letter to explain his absence from the press conference for his latest ...

The rare short film presents a curious dialogue between filmmaker Julio Bressane and actor Grande Ot...

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 ch...

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

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

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

The Greek island of Syros is visited by a series of unexpected guests. Immutable forms, outside of t...

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.
"The majority of my 8-mm works were made for the three-minute "Personal Focus" film special put on i...