• Titane



    Any comparisons to Cronenberg’s Crash (1996) are pretty shallow.

  • The Neon Demon

    The Neon Demon

    I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't write... no real talent. But I'm pretty, and I can make money of pretty.

  • Mystery Train

    Mystery Train


    Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
    Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
    Well that long black train got my baby and gone

    Train train, comin’ round, round the bend
    Train train, comin’ round, round the bend
    Well it took my baby, but it never will again
    No, not again

    Train train, comin’ down, down the line
    Train train, comin' down, down the line
    Well it's bringin' my baby, 'cause she's mine all, all mine
    She's mine, all, all mine


  • Serial Experiments Lain

    Serial Experiments Lain


    Everything's of interest, but nothing matters.

  • Damage


    We give in to love... because it gives us some sense of what is unknowable.

  • Dreams of the City

    Dreams of the City

    المغنى حياة الروح 

  • A Brighter Summer Day

    A Brighter Summer Day


    Such a beautiful film, a poetic dream, a metaphysical road movie journey through the terrain of Tarkovsky and Bresson with traces of Ceylan, Kiarostami and Angelopoulos.

  • The Devil, Probably

    The Devil, Probably


    Obscure forces whose laws are unfathomable - nobody understands traffic jams quite like bresson indeed.

  • Fellini Satyricon

    Fellini Satyricon


    Poets may die, but it doesn't matter, if poetry remains.

  • Picnic at Hanging Rock

    Picnic at Hanging Rock

    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow —
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.

  • Personal Problems

    Personal Problems


    Bill gun embodies the spirit of independent film.

  • In the Last Days of the City

    In the Last Days of the City


    I don't know where the film starts and my life ends. I see the yellow colour in Cairo all the time. This colour goes with a sense of loneliness.