An astronaut is detached from his space station, taken into an infinite drift throughout the universe. Freed from time and space, DRIFTER is confronted with the void. He takes a dive into the unknown, in search of the ultimate freedom.
Indifferent landscapes, refracting light, some lonely bird and the window to the sebum-laden living room made of patterned wallpaper and trivialities. Cut. Tenacious sequences inflate moments to cliff-hangers and shatter their tremulous spectatorship. Thundering leitmotifs – in constant intoxication by German disinterest – with no backrest or lederhosen. Black-red-gold at full mast, the cinema is dead.
Alinur, a student filmmaker, tries to make a film about the apocalypse for his capstone project. The movie itself happens to be about a mercenary named M who inadvertently causes an apocalypse. As he tries to “create” the destruction of this supposed apocalypse through utilizing technical gimmicks that he has enforced onto the production of the film, this supposed effort also creeps in as a force that starts to “destroy” him, piece by piece. The outcome of it tests the sincerity of not only the film itself but also of the performative efforts that Alinur has made as a filmmaker—even this test might not be as sincere as it seems.
A snappy animated diversion turns simple graphic symbols into colorful arrows of resistance. In the field of the rudimentary predecessor of the Internet, the author uses the tried and tested tactic of détournement in order to overcome the limitations of narrowly defined frameworks and transform the screen into a space of new meanings and the scene of a battle against the banalization of the mind. A battle that may have already been lost, but that does not mean that we can afford to lose the sharpness of the senses and the sharp sense of humor that the author demonstrates by repurposing outdated media technology in order to lucidly mock her and our reconciliation with the given state of affairs.
Alan gives up his role, and Winslow gives us a warning.
Years before she saw a man being swallowed by a wave, inside a swimming pool. With this event, time ceased to be linear, and in a split second her family disappeared, leaving only behind the traces of their presence. Through the window´s reflex she realises her face has changed - the face is longer and the hair; she has memories inside her head, that she doesn´t recognize. In another time, she returns to that place to try to confirm her memory.
Super 8 black and white short film.
A teenager reflects on his pre-pandemic life before his first day of online class.
Nearing the end of his university studies, a soon-to-be graduate reflects on his life up to this point, all through the lens of a Handycam his father used to use.