Sine Nomine
A film made from the scraps of different films; a montage film on the expression of time in cinema.
A film made from the scraps of different films; a montage film on the expression of time in cinema.
A film made from the scraps of different films; a montage film on the expression of time in cinema.
A group of teens discover secret plans of a time machine, and construct one. However, things start to get out of control.
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.
Carefully picked scenes of nature and civilization are viewed at high speed using time-lapse cinematography in an effort to demonstrate the history of various regions.
The next great psycho horror slasher has given a documentary crew exclusive access to his life as he plans his reign of terror over the sleepy town of Glen Echo, all the while deconstructing the conventions and archetypes of the horror genre for them.
A mockumentary exploring the life of the Blair Witch and the three missing student filmmakers.
A visual montage portrait of our contemporary world dominated by globalized technology and violence.
After a daring heist at a museum, the youngest member of the villainous Nelson family, Binky, realizes he's left behind his beloved pacifier. Determined to retrieve it, Binky embarks on an adorable and hilarious mission to recover his prized possession.
Filmmaking icon Agnès Varda, the award-winning director regarded by many as the grandmother of the French new wave, turns the camera on herself with this unique autobiographical documentary. Composed of film excerpts and elaborate dramatic re-creations, Varda's self-portrait recounts the highs and lows of her professional career, the many friendships that affected her life and her longtime marriage to cinematic giant Jacques Demy.
A man trying to get home to his dog becomes stuck in a time loop that forces him to relive a deadly run-in with a cop.
Inside a darkened house looms a column of TVs littered with VHS tapes, a pagan shrine to forgotten analog gods. The screens crackle and pop endlessly with monochrome vistas of static white noise permeating the brain and fogging concentration. But you must fight the urge to relax: this is no mere movie night. Those obsolete spools contain more than just magnetic tape. They are imprinted with the very soul of evil.