What is a personal diary?
Just Girls opens, for the first time, dozens of teenage diaries that had been sealed away forever. The film undertakes an exercise in literary rehabilitation: it rescues books that were historically neglected and reveals a common body. And so, a possible genealogy of intimate writing and its destruction emerges.
Just Girls is a cinematic cross-out. A feminist journey, from the cheesy to the political. And also, as a friend put it, ‘a film-zine made from all our diaries’.
Light pollution increases alongside the advance of capitalism. The world is lit up in the name of security and development. However, darkness is a safe haven for those forced to flee their homes. This is a job [lan], in the night [gau], gaulana: a film about the people who, throughout the history, have sought shelter in the darkness. They were the prisoners who escaped from Ezkaba, who tried to use the stars to navigate their way to France; also, the Portuguese in the middle of the last century; today, the migrants who try to cross the Bidasoa.
Union Town completes Barbara Kopple's trilogy on labor rights following her Oscar-winning Harlan County Usa and American Dream, two landmark cinéma vérité documentaries. Set against the backdrop of New York City, the film follows delivery industry workers as they take on some of the world's most powerful corporations, revealing the challenges, passion, and humanity at the heart of this growing labor movement.
During the wrap party for a film shoot in Zumaia, Miren tries to find her place within the crew.
Through a series of encounters between a researcher, a beekeeper, and a group of children, the film explores the intertwined relationships between bees, beeswax, and mourning in the Basque Country.
Bilbao, August 1983. Torrential rain causes the estuary to burst its banks and plunges the city into chaos, but the High club keeps its doors open. Although power failures and instability outside intermittently disrupt its activities, some men continue to meet, sustained by this temporary refuge and haven of desire. Little by little, the boundary between inside and outside becomes blurred: water begins to seep in, puddles form and the constant sound of rain invades the club, revealing a reality that can no longer be kept at bay.
The Madam is a reconstruction of what remains of my great-grandmother, Madame Consuelo, one of the most prominent brothel madams in Valencia during the Franco regime. Together with my aunts and my mother – three former revue stars – I set out to connect with her through a psychomagical, performative and ritualistic journey.
People, objects, and places have changed the way they relate—or at least, that’s how Oihana perceives it. Now the emptiness takes up space. A path, a window, a bed, a wardrobe, a mirror. With these, and what fits into a hiking backpack, she has all she needs to reset her coordinates and rest.
