EU Student Competition Programme
A castaway finds himself washed up on a beach at the foot of a towering city. His curiosity draws him into the urban expanse he finds before him. Whilst in the city he tries to get in touch with the society. However, the characters he meets are strange, superficial and snippy, and after a series of unfortunate events he finds himself a castaway once more.
The daily life of people living in a windy area who seem helplessly exposed to the weather. However, the inhabitants have learned to deal with their difficult living conditions.
The previously harmonious friendship between Rabbit and Deer is put to a test by Deer's obsessive search for the third dimension.
In two personal episodes (Blood will out and Mommy Triceratops) the authors tell us, with humour and tenderness, about their mothers and the weight of their indisputable legacy.
How much do I like myself? Where are my personal borders?
This is the picture of a man who is building his double from soil. This living portrait marks its own body with the pain the man endures in his relationship.
Norveška, Švedska, 2012, dcp, 11:0
A man with social phobia gets his life, full of routines, drastically changed. A naive and clumsy creature appears and starts following him. Terrified the man tries to escape, unaware that the creature is actually a helper with slightly unconventional methods.
The world won't stop turning even when one stops turning with it.
The atmosphere of bitter memories in a deeply emotional and personal voice that speaks only through analogies. Abstraction and subjectivity of time and space.
Little Karli tries to make his way through the daily crowd of people. But it's not so easy. There are potential collisions everywhere. Can this really be a coincidence?
Anthropoid creatures with plugs in place of heads are up to mischief. Instead of submitting to the dictates of the raised fingers, they surrender themselves. But the fingers also finger around. Is it love?
Imagine your body stops being only yours. Someone starts to live inside you, changing the rules, taking more and more space, a millimetre every day, not caring that it almost makes you explode. Would you be able to love this thing and call it your child?