Auikyani is an experimental short film that tells my life experience for the last 3 years, drawing inspiration from my beautiful country Nicaragua, my friends and my partner whom have accompanied me in my search for new experiences. Auikyani is Nahuatl for Traveler.
In the 80s, a well-educated London teenager becomes a motorcycle courier for a short rebellious spell. Thirty years later, the crisis force him back to the job and to contemplate the changes to the city, his life and social classes.
The film is about the first weeks of the life of the narrator's son. The camera tries to capture the essence of humanity contained in the child. The unusual form of the document results from the attempt to interpret the perception of the world by a child in this period of life. This time is difficult to understand and capture, and at the same time impossible to remember.
A series of events being recorded live thru a cellphone. A student is recording a pastor proclaiming the Word of God in a jeepney. Two boys get on and asking for alms then eventually rob the phone of the student. The phone continues to record and witness the succeeding incidents.
We have a little country, with big culture and traditions. In this film I want to describe Georgian people's life, culture and traditions. I want to show how our people respect each other, how they love and how they live...
‘RINGO ROCKET STAR And his song for Yuri Gagarin' Is a dry tragic musical comedy (short) Film about a gipsy guy who think he can be famous by writing a song for the first man in the space 'YURI GAGARIN'.
The Polish gene. The search for the Pologene and for what is Polish, common. Different for each Pole, it hides everywhere but noticing it is not easy. Its sense of power is simple, the same as the one emanating with the sounds of Mr Witek singing about his homeland. Every Pologenius feels this power. He talks about her. The film is a relation of the experience of Polishness in different places, times and situations. The image documents the world of the gene, Polish genetics, Polish DNA.
Thursday, October 19, 2017, bus station near the Palace of Culture, people are waiting. A man comes, pulls off his coat, pulls a megaphone out of his bag, stands on the stairs. The message is heard, it is a manifesto. He spreads leaflets, he wrote down his political last will on them. He pours gasoline all over him. His scream dies out in the hiss of fire extinguishers.