Not long ago, a boy Makarka lived in this area. One day after his grandmother left for the city, Makarka cleared up and began to break trees, shoot nests with chicks, cut his own name on the trunk of a tree. An old oak tree made a remark to him: is it possible? On this insolent Makarka boldly said...
In a dystopian world where touch is forbidden, Matta and Matto offer refuge to the lonely at Hotel Vaip. In the deceptive labyrinth of mind-bending rooms at their transient hotel, deepest desires are fulfilled and surpassed, but this comes at a price.
The Flying Sailor is based on the Halifax Explosion of 1917 when two ships collided in the Halifax Harbour causing the largest accidental explosion in history. Among the tragic stories of the disaster is the remarkable account of a sailor who, blown skyward from the deck of a British cargo steamer,...
While comically depicting the fragility of the end of summer from the perspective of popsicles, this work conveys the smell of the Showa era and the atmosphere of downtown.
A tenor, in suit and tie, with a receding hairline, sings a ballad to his love, “Your Face Is Like a Song,” to simple piano accompaniment. Preserved by the Academy Film Archive in 2015.
A film that "exposes" the creators of abstract, constructivist, surrealistic painting. The horrors experienced by the artist in the world of pictorial abstractions force him to return to "realism"
In a return to the Out of the Inkwell format, Betty Boop invents a pep formula to speed up lazy Pudgy, but it escapes into the real world with rapid results.
The stunning princess desires an inextinguishable fair of love as proof of true feelings. Brave suitors fly to the four corners of the world to look for it.
A man known only as The Emperor has seized control of the world, and seeks to stamp out all religion. As his armies march on the last church on Terra, a priest named Uriah stands resolute. He maintains his church and prepares for his congregation, as he would any other night, despite this being...
The train just runs. A collage of various images, including cel animation and drawing, animates smoke emitted from trains. The title comes from both the sound of a passing train and Pop Art (Yōji Kuri).
Strange places take shape in a torch’s beam of light and the sound of water droplets hitting the ground punctuates our footsteps. In the distance, we hear muffled music, where does it come from?
