A modern adaptation of the novella „The Picture in the House“ by H.P. Lovecraft.
The Western world is open, versatile and multicultural. So people say. But is this really the case? And what happens, if a young Anthropology student explores this question in the oppressive setting of a Berlin “Plattenbausiedlung” (common building style in the former GDR to accommodate as many people as possible in a very confined way). People live close-packed, share a common wall, but lack any social interaction with each other.
H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Picture in the House”, dating back to 1921, starts with a boy who gets lost in a remote English country house, far away from civilization. Similar to this story and beginning with the comment that those who love the truly terrible do not have to search for it in strange and remote locations, but can find what they are looking for in old country houses in the woods of New England, its modern adaptation asks the question what and who we would meet in the isolated big city. There as well intensity, loneliness and absurdity unite to reach the perfect horror.
Can we learn from history? How does cultural memory work? For which reason do we commemorate? – These questions were asked by the protagonists in this short-documentary.
Kann man aus der Geschichte lernen? Wie funktioniert das gemeinsame Erinnern? Welchen Zweck hat Gedenken? Diese Fragen stellen die Protagonisten der Kurzdokumentation an den Zuschauer.
A house in Neukölln becomes a protagonist itself. Starting from it’s appearance, inner voices, photographies and short videoclips tell about vacancy, open doors, colored walls, free space and neighborhood. Charakter des Hauses is looking back on a time which has been painted over - a forensic try and a personal view on the undergoing changes of the city, on gentrification, the layers of memories and maybe also on growing older…
In diesem Porträt wird ein Neuköllner Mietshaus selbst zum Protagonisten. Ausgehend vom äußeren Erscheinen, erzählen innere Stimmen, Fotografien und kurze Videosequenzen aus Privatarchiven von Leerstand, offenen Türen, bunten Fassaden, Freiraum & Nachbarschaft. Charakter des Hauses ist ein assoziativer Rückblick auf eine Zeit, die überstrichen wurde, der Versuch einer Spurensicherung. Ein persönlicher Blick auf den Wandel der Stadt, Gentrifizierung, Überlagerung von Erinnerungen und vielleicht auch ein gemeinsames Älterwerden.
Welcome the mystical beauty that is Queen Alaska, a Berlin based electronic producer and songwriter with her mesmerising debut 'Under My Skin'.
Composer, producer, vocalist and audiovisual artist Anneli Bentler uses analogue synthesizers, drum machines, vocal cuttings and her fine sense for harmonic structures to bring into being an eclectic landscape of sounds.
Under My Skin, the first single from the EP 'Interlude of the Inner Voice', boasts a progressive production intertwined with a soft, elegant vocal performance and stunning words.
It comes with a self-produced video covered with dreamy hues of purples and greens.
Emma and Johnny, a young couple from Paris, move to a different European capital where everything seems possible and anything can happen: Emma, the Chameleon, and Johnny, the reluctant DJ, need to overcome their temptations and risks of life.
A teenage gang on a secret mission: Be prepared for sex, drugs and asparagus!
*spir@lena* crushed her* leg while masturbating. Now she* is forced to stay in bed, together with a nasty knee orthosis called Otto Bock. It drives you crazy! Luckily, the mobile nursing service drops by and cheers her* up - with a bed-pan, dried plums and aphrodisiacal injections...
Psycho-porn inna sick & sexy style.
Every time it is scary
Every time I think I won´t manage it
Cold rings and thin bars
Pierce my tenderness
It doesn´t hurt
I just want to be free and strong
My skin freezes
Pulled to the limits
And almost ready to get apart
I feel penetration
I am not used to it
But while reaching a threshold
I start flying to the sky
I feel lightly
My body swings in the air
I became an oxygen
That people need to breathe
My scream is a new language
Symbols and signs mixed with each other
Laws and rules don’t exist anymore
The only truth is
My body and my zero gravity
I flew very high up
In order not to fall deep down
I satisfied my hunger
Once I touched myself