“A city full of people. A night full of ghosts.”
A nighttime montage of strangers drifting through the city, People Like Ghosts is an experimental visual poem exploring modern isolation, silent routines, and the fragile distance between presence and disappearance.
The sun’s energy circulates throughout the earth, feeding the cycle of life. Everything is connected in a natural loop, which repeats, like the circular discs of magical optical toys. This perfectly balanced rhythm is disrupted by human excess, throwing the cycle out of orbit and temporarily stopping the circulation of energy in nature.
One morning in the early 90s, florist Ádina performs domestic tasks after apparent disagreements with her husband, Ivo.
A girl comes to the city for studying for the first time.
Music by Jefre Cantu-Ledesma, 16mm color film by Paul Clipson.
Doina, a shepherd’s wife in ancient Romania, turns her daily routine into ritual. When nature foretells his death, her journey through grief blends realism, myth, and magic, where despair meets imagination.
A boy waits in the same street every day with his bags packed. What is he waiting for?
It is a documentary about mostly inner-city birds. It is meant to examine their lives in a more metropolitan context as they become increasingly tangled in our everyday lives.
In the heart of the English Moorland, THE GENTLEMAN pursues answers from an enigmatic PRIEST.
In Manhattan's Central Park, a film crew directed by William Greaves is shooting a screen test with various pairs of actors. It's a confrontation between a couple: he demands to know what's wrong, she challenges his sexual orientation. Cameras shoot the exchange, and another camera records Greaves and his crew. Sometimes we watch the crew discussing this scene, its language, and the process of making a movie. Is there such a thing as natural language? Are all things related to sex? The camera records distractions - a woman rides horseback past them; a garrulous homeless vet who sleeps in the park chats them up. What's the nature of making a movie?
Mara—the spirit of the night, the weaver of darkened dreams—pressed upon my chest as sleep held me captive. My memory. In the haze of a dream, I saw those I loved, their faces bathed in an otherworldly glow. The nightmare was not the shadows nor the fear they whispered, but the cruel certainty of waking—of losing them to the morning light
A found footage examination of what happened at the lake today. Where were you? An exquisite corpse by Non Films. 8mm images randomly selected from found footage; poem written without images; music written without images or words. WINNER: BEST BROOKLYN PROJECT (Brooklyn Film Festival).
A young lover has to cope with losing the love of his life and come to terms with the fact that she has moved on to bigger and better things
