Mounira Al Solh
Lebanon
2014 | 0:25:00

"Now Eat My Script is a precipice, a fluid solution in which some spectral noises of the self float adrift. Narration takes the role of a pregnant writer who continuously affirms her hunger and clumsiness towards language and history. Her body is crossed over by both the years to come and the stories that have been buried. As a would-be pirate, she navigates through the tumult of familiar waters. A faltering, yet seemingly omniscient text roams among cities, and between memories that cannot find a proper place, or a proper fiction: After Eight chocolates, children’s group showers, a yellow car that resembles a Dodge, or a pigeon rock where men kill themselves become the phantom limbs of the sacrificed visceral body of speech and story telling that surrounds them. Now Eat My Script is about knowing disastrously."

Ina Jaakkola
Finland
2015 | 0:09:10

Unavoidable -video describes a symbolic way of adversities, which we all meet with on the road of life. When an adversity is unparalleled, such as death, we behave according to a certain formula: first, we feel the bewilderment and fear, after that we begin to fight and, finally, we have to approve the adversity I have taken to my video elements from the medieval idea of dance with death, "dance macabre"

Kalpana Subramanian
Switzerland
2015 | 00:05:40

The film is a satirical family portrait of sorts explored through image, movement, space and time. Dream-like the film unfolds, revealing fragments of a dark and broken narrative. Set in a tiny cottage that once happened to be a slaughterhouse, the characters pose like masked actors on stage almost performing for the camera. The idea of family takes on a disturbing and eerie tone as the film progresses.

Aziz Zairov
Kazakhstan
2014 | 1:00:15

“To be, or not to be–that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To die, to sleep – no more–and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep – to sleep –perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life.”