Self Decapitation

A teenage boy is forced into making a decision within 60 seconds between a possible death, or being pulled into an unknown reality.

Begotten is the creation myth brought to life, the story of no less than the violent death of God and the (re)birth of nature on a barren earth.

After his mother's death, a young man edits the family's home videos to bring back her image. As he delves into the occult he begins to reveal the paradoxical magic of memories and cinema.

A documentary like no other. Starting with the bizarre practices and fantasies of a group of filmmakers working under the label Experimental Film Society, it spins off into a manifesto of light and sound. This dazzling journey through a view of cinema as cosmic ritual and erotic delirium is also an idiosyncratic celebration of the medium itself. Rouzbeh Rashidi’s ornate visual style unleashes a parade of visionary scenes that redefine movie magic as a fevered hallucination.

"Normal Porn for Normal People" is an appropriated media piece that explores our societal need to consume violence for entertainment. The film offers a satirical commentary on the romanticizing and normalization of violent imagery, while observing the link to commercial consumerism that exploits human sexuality, while simultaneously demonizing it. Interview segments echo our endless need to devour salacious content by venerating both real and fictional violence. Sexuality and sexual images remain a convenient scapegoat that facilitate a continued avoidance regarding the impact that the glorification of violence has within American culture.

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The ideal comfortability of a kitten is taken away by a man impersonating as such. Refusing to stop until the owner gives full surrender.

An experimental short film exploring the interplay between sound and visual discomfort, recorded in a dance hall.

Amid the chaos of existence, where warmth entwines with cold, passion ignites a fire that both liberates and consumes. Lust whispers sweet nothings, yet beneath the surface lies a scream—ecstasy laced with the taste of demise. Every touch is both a caress and a curse. We fuck to feel alive, yet each kiss inches us closer to the void. Love and loss converge, and the pulse of life beats strongest in the shadows of death.

A man, alone in a room, experiences a nightmare of his own