Experimental Movies

Cosmic horror explores the elements and matter of so-called inanimate nature, which become actors and form a new ecosystem. A stream of depictions of...

This one is a collage of Hollywood melodramas of the 1950s and 1960s, filmed directly from the television set. The constantly recurring motifs of...

Shifting subtly between figuration and abstraction, with Rothko-esque golds and reds, the hypnotic En Traversée by prolific and steadfastly...

Three filmmakers come together. But what do they have in common, anyway?

A father must face his dark past when his gifted daughter has visions of a young girl reborn from her deceased mother. This award-winning...

A psychoanalyst helps a patient to achieve his ambitions.

Taken from a live multi 16mm projector performance Sam Hamilton and I do. The Loops are from a film By Campbell Farquhar called "5 Second Exposure"....

An interconnected look at tradition, colonialism, property, faith, and science, as seen through labor practices that link an endangered salamander,...

The plot is currently kept under wraps.

Trapped and lost in a crowded metropolis, the Grief navigates its way to find its missing owner. It has no timeline, it has no directions, and it is...

A short film by the Argentinian experimental filmmaker Ernesto Baca

Sitting on a promenade in nice with a sign: Watch me, that’s all.

"statues of yesterday" is a structural film that explores the nature of memories and their relation to time.

On an isolated farm, a woman finds an injured and frightened woman in her old chicken coop. Moved by an inexplicable instinct, she decides to help...

An experimental film about a black market surgery. Exploring the meaning of freedom, pain and relief.

A couple, about whom nothing is known, finds itself forced to live in the abyss of the end of time-a time when a mysterious fog encompassed all our...

Between light, metal and silver, a collection of solidarity pins turns into an archive of another scale: spectres of exile and international struggle...

There, where there are no tracks anymore and the fallen trees embrace the rubble, someone sits; in the Indian summer’s crispy grass, and says...