He lives in a white expanse, where a monotonous balance reigns and with cheerful indifference wanders through a uniform whiteness. The exit from the enclosed space is hindered by the lack of contact…
Which image is real - the one staring at us from the mirror or the one standing in front of it? In hallways filled with illusions, a simulacrum behind the looking glass, he is trying to find out if he is looking at a stranger or a hidden part of himself.
A boy, along with his companion, explores a secret passage.
In the beginning there was a hand, and this hand drew other hands, then shoulders, heads, legs and finally, the animator himself. Inspired by a wide range of works of art and styles of illustration, this is a film which is constantly reinventing itself in one continual motion - after all, to draw a "still life" would be like creating an image without life.
A documentary about the exciting possibilities of computer animation and the shaping of never before imagined worlds.
During a hike, Romy invents a game to silence Sacha, her chatty little sister, by asking her to pretend to be a mountain chamois. Romy has fun pushing her further and further into her role, but Sacha quickly gets too caught up in the game...
In a Greek museum, a visitor gets lost in the ancient story of Ariadne through a painting on a plate. She takes Ariadne's place and confronts the Minotaur in his labyrinth.
When the sky really is falling and sanity has flown the coop, who will rise to save the day? Together with his hysterical band of misfit friends, Chicken Little must hatch a plan to save the planet from alien invasion and prove that the world's biggest hero is a little chicken.
A portrait of the ordinary life, passing time, routine and the contacts between characters.
On the front lines of the Great War, nurse Simon repairs the broken faces of the soldiers every day with love letters, words from women that have the power to heal the wounds of these paper soldiers. Simon himself seems impervious to holes, uncreasable, untearable in his white coat. His secret is his war godmother, who occupies all his thoughts whenever he has a moment to breathe. But when death strikes where it is least expected, can words written on paper still erase the pain?
Ancestors is a film about spiritual forefathers and mothers in a purely fanciful sense. These are classical figures, anatomical figures, fairy tale figures and romantic figures all thrown in together - all my creative root-sources, in a kind of playful tribute. Like part 2 of Duo Concertantes, it's a moving single picture, now doubled.
The story turns on a small deception - since they were married, instead of the real thing, the wife has always made Chicory (a cheap substitute for Coffee) for her husband. He never catches on to the deception. For him, the slush tastes better than the best Coffee.
The story he has been told by his grandfather was about people's dream to go out of their small town to Russia. For them, the greatest pleasure on the earth was taking a prostitute.