Doc Nomads

While making a portrait of a single gay man in Lisbon, a Vietnamese filmmaker offers his character a little gift from the bottom of his heart. This is a film about the act of filming.

From within the walls of a prison, a group of inmates writes scenes about a Man. As they act out their words, their cells transform into childhood landscapes, hospital rooms, and places flooded by the outside world's light. But as the story unfolds, the lines between imagination and reality blur, and we begin to wonder who this Man is.

Someday, the sea will devour our land. Balud is a response to Typhoon Haiyan, which wiped out the director’s hometown in November 2013.

A reluctant Belgian must decide the fate of a man accused of murder, alongside his 11 other jurors.

Tamás rents a male escort for the first time. The documentary chronicles the unraveling of two male strangers who meet for pay and more; giving us a glimpse of the service and of the lives it touches through three key locations where escort service may usually take place.

Tail of men is a story about Hungarian mustache's culture, How it connected with their daily life and love ? four filmmakers from different parts of the world encountered the deeper side of the hair of Hungarian men, especially people from country side of Hungary opens up there experience and affinity.

Some potted plants, odd hours of wakefulness, and the view from my window. A heliotropic film from the lockdown in Budapest.

A young taxidermist is fascinated by ravens, paying considerate attention to their dead bodies. Her work on the birds is simultaneously a careful study of anatomical connections and a kind of service toward the resurrection of this mythical creature from the realm between life and death. Through detailed, pulsating black-and-white images and a sparingly intense soundtrack, a charged atmosphere unfolds between craftsmanship, imagination and poetry.

While a mother is in intensive care with little hope of survival, her son is on another continent without the possibility of seeing her. Combining subconscious memories of his mother in induced coma with images of his constant house moves all the while, the director composes an essay-letter on death, family and distance.