La nuit littéraire

A short film about a director and writer trying to write a story, but he has difficulty writing and finding the story, but when he is looking for something to drink, he finds a hidden box waiting for him to open it.

Experimental shots with some continuity with a gritty raw surrealist style

After a year at university Luke, Elliot, and Alesha reunite for one last night together. But tensions rise as old flames bubble under the surface and an unexpected event changes everything…

A Short Film/VFX School Project by Anders Heiene and Ragna Aasen, inspired by the Blender artist Exequiel Martina, exploring a surreal story blending CG and Live Action.

An obsession with chess leads a boy to a nightmare where he realizes that his life must change.

After making a wish on a shooting star, a young cartoon character must go on a musical journey to fight his creator in this absurdist mixed media adventure.

Winnipeg Film Group. Deep in the winter of 1986. Guy Maddin is in the process of filming Tales from the Gimli Hospital and needs to rub a dead seagull on somebody's chest. Immediately, Dave Barber agrees, submitting his bare flesh to Maddin's road kill and to film history. (This film was commissioned by the Winnipeg Film Group's Cinematheque for its 25th anniversary, Silverscope)

Shellshocked, walking home from a night she can't understand and wants to forget, we meet Her. But she can't forget and she can't make sense of it, not right now. Because there is something else in the room, and she needs it to bleed.

Lost and devastated after being dumped by his girlfriend Fae, eighteen year old aspiring playwright Luke traverses a complex landscape of the borders between platonic and romantic love. Writing a play about their break-up as a way to sift through the pieces of his and Fae’s relationship, things are made all the more complicated when his two best friends start dating.

Rubin chats with two friends.

“Phantom Requiem" unfolds in the desolate expanse of an abandoned factory, where shadows and silence are the only remnants of a once-thrumming industrial heartbeat. In this spectral setting, a coterie of puppets emerges—ethereal figures, each step and gesture echoing the dissonant unraveling of a viewer ensnared in a psychotic fugue. Rendered in austere black-and-white, this stop-motion film marries the macabre grace of desolation with the intimate terror of mental dissolution, crafting a visual poem that is both stark and sublime