Poutavý ženský horor, kde mladá žena čelí nejtemnějším obavám společně se sedmi dalšími neochotnými účastníky smrtící hry. Hra, která může mít pouze jednoho vítěze.

Begotten jako lyrická báseň a zároveň brutální obraz zavede diváka daleko za hranice vkusu. Perverznost a brutalita filmu si steží hledá sobě rovného. Jaký osud potká Matku přírodu a jejího syna v této černobílé ďábelké hře? Záběry z filmu byly použity i v písni "Cryptorchid" od Marilyna Mansona.

Akira Kurosawa přizpůsobil dílo jednoho z největších ruských autorů, F.M.Dostojevského, japonskému prostředí. Duševně nemocný Kameda se po pobytu v americké nemocnici vrací domů, na sněhem zaváté Hókkaidó. Navzdory své vnitřní kráse a ušlechtilosti naráží Kameda jen na nepochopení a opovržení. Strhující děj tohoto skvělého dramatu podtrhuje výborný scénář, precizní vykreslení postav, věrně zachycená dusivá atmosféra poválečného Japonska a herecké výkony Masayukiho Moriho a Toshiro Mifuneho.

A deeply disturbed and epileptic young man benignly decides to murder other members of his dysfunctional family for altruistic reasons.

A mother and daughter spend a night together after the daughter reveals that she will kill herself by the end of it.

On a summer break from college, Ivy, a young epileptic woman, struggles to balance her feelings for her fledgling boyfriend while her friend Al crashes with her for the season.

A Sunday walk in a forest turns into a poetic journey on perception.

A ritual of grids, reflections and chasms; a complete state of entropy; a space that devours itself; a vertigo that destroys the gravity of the Earth; a trap that captures us inside the voids of the screen of light: «That blank arena wherein converge at once the hundred spaces» (Hollis Frampton).

Rainer Kohlberger’s abstract film was created entirely without a camera. Through digital algorithms, he precisely arranged a rhythm of light and shadow that pulsates off the screen into our physical space with blinding intensity. The presence of light is almost felt as we are sucked into the image to become its ghostly accomplice. As we leave the theatre, the optical vibrations continue to haunt us.

The corner of a street is matched and mixed with the chant of a bird recorded on that same street. A symbiotic relationship is triggered: the rapid and successively repetitive montage cuts between the image of the street and the corners of the video frame itself produce new textures and shapes in our brain, whilst the sound follows the same rhythmic movements by emphasizing different “corners” (frequencies) from the bird’s singing. The energetic potency stemming from the junction of these elements creates a new image that is almost tactitle, maleable and rippling. The result is a somewhat humorous operation of the portuguese word "corner" throughout the different stages of making the piece, finally unveiling a piercing physical and kinetic experience for all the corners of our eyes and ears.

A corridor of an apartment is transformed into a claustrophobic and vertiginous vortex that swallows and imprisons you in an infinite fall through a mise en abyme: it’s a pure enclosure inside the image world, it’s the Descent into the Maelstrom.