Eigi Sylhet (2024)

La deuxième femme

Over the course of more than fifteen years, Clémenti films a series of intimate diaries, starting from daily encounters. In La deuxième femme, we see Bulle Ogier and Viva, Nico and Tina Aumont, Philippe Garrel and Udo Kier, a performance by Béjart, a piece by Marc’O, concerts by Bob Marley and Patti Smith (not always recognisable)... It’s like a maelstrom of psychedelic images that are passed through a particle accelerator.

Read It and Weep

A young girl turns into an A-List celebrity over night when her private journal is accidently published and becomes a best-seller.

Caro diario

Nanni Moretti recalls in his diary three slice of life stories characterized by a sharply ironic look: in the first one he wanders through a deserted Rome, in the second he visits a reclusive friend on an island, and in the last he has to grapple with an unknown illness.

Let It Rip

Soare is a musician with too little inspiration and too many neurons baked from smoking weed. One day, he decides that his life has become too chaotic, so he begins writing a guide for surviving the moments when his reality stops making sense. Passing various surreal episodes, Soare hopes to regain his inspiration.

Fale Comigo Verão: O diário de um cineasta amador

For years, together with his partners from the production company O Quadro, he has been betting on cinema as a tool to explore the typical issues of youth. In this film, Evandro Scorsin turns the cameras on himself as he deals with the dilemmas of the passing of time and the imposition of adulthood. In an exercise in autofiction where cinema and life merge, the film is also a cinematic love letter to the beloved masters (especially Nicholas Ray). Coming and going between two countries and times, it records the vertigo of displacement and the reinventions inherent to an immigrant experience.

Dear Diary, Please Come Home

It has been a year since Juliette’s sister has passed and she hasn’t been doing so well since that day, but she must learn how to be kind to herself.

Birth of a Nation

Filmmaker Jonas Mekas films 160 underground film people over four decades.

Lost, Lost, Lost

Jonas Mekas adjusts to a life in exile in New York in his autobiographical film, shot between 1949 and 1963.

As I Was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

A compilation of over 30 years of private home movie footage shot by Lithuanian-American avant-garde director Jonas Mekas, assembled by Mekas "purely by chance", without concern for chronological order.

He Stands in a Desert Counting the Seconds of His Life

A film collage tracing the story of the lives, loves, and deaths within the artistic community surrounding Jonas Mekas.

Diaries, Notes, and Sketches

An epic portrait of the New York avant-garde art scene of the 60s.

American Teenagers

A short documentary project that attempts to encapsulate what it looks and feels like to be an American Teenager in 2022.

Art Gave the World a Voice

A young artist journals her surroundings in an attempt to discover the meaning of art.

Oliva Oliva

A filmed diary which chronicles two visits to the Olivas, a family of Spanish beekeepers from Salamanca, at the time of the honey harvest, in August and September. Their work and their itinerant life are seen from a friend's point of view.

Moments Before Dying

One fine morning it stopped working and I realized my little compact camera was dying. So I started taking as many photos as possible with it before it dies. These photos were taken in 2018 and 2019. A time I spent in oblivion. It was dark. It was blurry. This silent film is my tribute to my beloved camera.

Diary of A Hungry Man

A passionate foodie loses his beloved hawker stalls to corporate pressure, he reluctantly turns to processed food he calls 'trash' in a moment of deep sorrow and disappointment as he grieves the loss of his favourite food stalls.

Imphaldagi

What started as a random filming thing, during a music tour, slowly turned into the only way for me to deal with my post-performance blues. This film is a letter I wrote to myself. From Imphal.