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An anthropomorphic figure with an elephant’s head stands in front of a mirror. As we sink deeper and deeper into layers of a strange organism that resembles a nervous system and a plant at the same time, the character reacts in a violent way.
While transitioning from male to female gender, Matia struggles with finding a genuine intimate relationship with a heterosexual man.
Our home is a fragile flower. Milk and honey. Cocoa and hell. Everyone pets their own bunny. The feeling is lovely. Vanilla cake... A moody portrayal of the moment we stop loving others and fall in love with our fantasies. If we cannot understand each other, maybe our avatars can find a common language? But whatever lies below the surface should stay that way.
A father takes his son on a trip to an abandoned factory where he once worked. A seemingly small symbolic act turns into a moment of catharsis and introspection, re-establishing the relationship between the father and son.
While the battle rages around an abandoned town, the remaining citizen fights his battle with loneliness though his daily rituals.
Moving through a world filled with scanners and surveillance algorithms, while frivolously using different social networks, online forms and credit cards, the man of today loses his privacy voluntarily. A decent citizen has nothing to hide, only criminals do.
The Arcadian atmosphere of a hazy underworld hosts unusual characters: an Illusionist, a Civil Entity, a Wooden Puppet and a silent, but dangerous Swordsmen. Their mysterious experiences are an allegory of the relationship between the now extinct tradition of European combat swordsmanship and the doctrine of pragmatic political action. Is the end of the allegory also a beginning of an instructive misunderstanding? The film is inspired by the motifs from the books Flower of Battle (1410) by Fiore dei Liberi and A Dialogue in Hell between Machiavelli and Montesquieu (1864) by Maurice Joly.
An anthropomorphic figure with an elephant’s head stands in front of a mirror. As we sink deeper and deeper into layers of a strange organism that resembles a nervous system and a plant at the same time, the character reacts in a violent way.
Our home is a fragile flower. Milk and honey. Cocoa and hell. Everyone pets their own bunny. The feeling is lovely. Vanilla cake... A moody portrayal of the moment we stop loving others and fall in love with our fantasies. If we cannot understand each other, maybe our avatars can find a common language? But whatever lies below the surface should stay that way.
Our home is a fragile flower. Milk and honey. Cocoa and hell. Everyone pets their own bunny. The feeling is lovely. Vanilla cake... A moody portrayal of the moment we stop loving others and fall in love with our fantasies. If we cannot understand each other, maybe our avatars can find a common language? But whatever lies below the surface should stay that way.