Some films and SW BTS, some pics and a lot of BS =)

Hi there, vast unknown of the freeway of possibilities …

This salutation feels like praying to a unemployed god… Anyway I just wanted to welcome you to one more chaotic mess – of course there are chaotic not-messy thingies –  that I did my best to get together. What is it about? Well a little bit of this and a little bit of that, you know, nothing too tekkie just along the lines of general content misc formulae, ja ja ja. I many times surprise myself on the amount of bullshit my brain make its fingers deliver… I’m a slave inside of a slave, please rescue me Popey!!!! Can’t do, he’s drunk, watching porn and eating bacon :D


Without further due, some commercial long feats films from 2014 than I somehow found worth watching:


The Raid II

Inherent Vice with runnerup Matar a un Hombre

The Babadook with runnerup It Follows and Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead

other than Loreak and Kis Uykusu (previously featured) Force Majeure


The Dark Valley

Astérix – Le Domaine des Dieux with runnerup The Book of Life

Ummm… haven’t decided yet Fehér Isten aka White God

What We Do in the Shadows and The Little Death with runnerup Housebound


Indie Game with runnerup Life Itself — actually Indie Game it is not from 2014 but if I can’t brake my own rules, what’s the point of having a fucking blog?!!!


Then carousel of pics

Merci a Rui and Eliz, and Puejo for chewing my shoes



Und miscellaneous videoing




– – – – –  SPOILERS ahead!!! SPOILERS alert!!!  – – – – – 



Ex Machina





Does Ava pass the Turing test? Does it matter? The question addresses the premise on which the film tricks us to believe it’s built.


Quoting Vitaliy, master hoster at  from Personal View:

And always with naked robots you can fuck (main feature!).

Which it is spot on… nevertheless I differ from his overall assessment. I think there’s a valid point, a value in the story and how it unfolds… maybe ’cause I have always been an Asimov fan, as well as sci-fi stories… as the Bible.


I think Ex Machina is close related to Her but with different starting point’s premises and thus materialization. As it is to @matt_gh2 Blade Runner and Cherry 2000… those fuckable robo-chicks wanting emancipation. And to some extent also – borrowing “quotes” and/or ambient, or just having simillar/parallel elements – to (massive derailment of) Automata, (cheap) Chappie, A.I., 2001: A Space Odyssey, (seminal) THX 1138 and grandfather Metropolis.


But IMO only in (the more cerebral, almost as if a book) Ex Machina the Turing (conscience) test, the moral laws of humanness (???), the inversion of god-human-robot roles, the pervasive relations, it’s implacably explored in such a methodical, surgical and raw way. Of course there’s a lot of deceivement (to the spectator and to the characters) but I don’t see in it so much as an entertainment trickery as a means to deliver a message. The whole film is constructed from a anthropomorphic standpoint… that might sound ridiculously silly but as we dive into the sessions and the 4 characters… it seems clear that are the humans who should be Turing tested and surely too lost and morally lax – Caleb get to an extent where he cuts himself to check if He is a robot. There’s also a suspensive shift, a perspective disbelief… at times being almost surreal and grotesque (Nathan and Kyoko’s dance).


While the wild nature outside it’s a restraining and insulating element it also represents all (living things) Ava wants to engage with. Different from HAL and more to the cheese than Samantha, Ava is doing what it’s best for her; in a very human like behaviour (I know in this world there is a bit of everything) she is being ultimately selfish, she wants to survive, to live… and ironic enough, she has learnt  that (from) humans just want to use her – very very nice strong sexual metaphor throughout the film – and get rid of her afterwards. Lying and deceiving it’s something not many species can do and surely we do very well, just turn on tv and blast yourself; just look at who’s in charge of the locomotive. Anyways Ava does everything necessary to get free.


Now, and coming back to passing the Turing test; if previous to Caleb’s arrival Ava has been instructed to pass the Turing test as a formal sanction of intelligence and self-awareness, and supposing she’s already at that consciense evolutive stage; are her actions the “absolute”, machine logical results of the instructions she has been given by Nathan (the only true “demi-god” aware of possible catastrophic outcome) or a true free will? If Ava sees herself as an independent sentient being – but (thus) not a human – why does she want to mingle with humans? If there’s no god, which are the limits?



Yurenchu (IMDB user) put it very nicely:

In my view, Ex Machina is in essence a re-envisioning of the Biblical story of the creation of Man, and also a commentary on how our current science-and-technology-driven Western society has turned its back on God.


— Which lampefeber user replies

I don’t know about that. That depends on whether you refer to God as a mythical figure and a belief system or an actual being. The movie clearly showed that consciousness extends beyond the creations of God and also questioned our concept of “soul” and the boundaries of our morality.


— To which Yurenchu replies

There are the obvious parallels between Ex Machina and the story in Genesis 1-3 or common representation of the Christian God in general:

  • Nathan : the creator of a (new) mankind (God)
  • Ava: the newly created mankind (Adam & Eve)

  • Kyoko: a servant to the creator (a cherubim)

  • the isolated tree in Ava’s room: the Tree Of Knowledge

  • Ava escaping from the house, into the free world: the expulsion of mankind from the Garden of Eden, into the raw free world

  • Kyoko with the knife: the cherubim with the sword, guarding the Garden of Eden

The difference being that instead of God expelling his creation out of the Garden, we have Ava turning her back to Nathan and escaping.

Caleb has to fly for at least two hours “up” (= up North) to where Nathan resides (a parallel with Heaven).

Ava starting to develop a desire when she draws the tree in her room parallels the taking of the apple/fruit from the Tree Of Knowledge.

Nathan being “omnipotent” (physically strong) and “omniscient” (he sees and oversees everything).

Ava covering herself up with a modest dress and modest (short haired) wig parallels Adam and Eve covering themselves up when they discover they are naked.

Story unfolds over seven days, parallels God creating the world in seven days.

And let’s not forget the word that’s missing from the title: “Ex Machina” is derived from “deus ex machina”.


Reality is always more interesting than wild fantasy, and much more complex.

Vitaliy I agree with you here =)

Let’s see how does wikipedia define sci-fi:

{…} a genre of fiction dealing with imaginative content such as futuristic settings, futuristic science and technology, space travel, time travel, faster than light travel, parallel universes and extraterrestrial life. It usually eschews the supernatural, and unlike the related genre of fantasy, its imaginary elements are largely plausible within the scientifically established context of the story. Science fiction often explores the potential consequences of scientific and other innovations, and has been called a “literature of ideas.”{…}

Of course there’s among sci-fi fans a bit of a fight among the more “imaginative” ones and those who claim that premises and background should be only based and fundamented in demonstrable empiric facts.

If you ask me, even disregarding the human set of laws for perceiving the cosmos, good sci-fi tells more about (what is to) the human species, our fears and handycaps, our limitations but also how we fight to overcome them, to communicate and adapt than anything else. THE UNKNOWABLE will be always unknowable. To my eyes the A.I. theme in Ex Machina serves only as backdrop, as a cohesive drive to underlay and “expose” more interesting and compelling subjects of exploration… Of course all of this can be seen just as an exercise in rethorics, but so is the Bible that has served a big chunk of humanity as “instructions book”… look what happened to the guy who presented himself as the son of god. The truth is we would totally fail as gods… but if it only were for the amount of cynism we’re getting there.

Ex Machina, and most of its sci-fi cousin-flicks reveal more about where are we now that some abstract time in the future. Nathan literaly fucks his “creations”… But this time Eva leaves Paradise over a dead god and without the good Adam, maybe aware that she doesn’t really need him? And here comes another huge Bible chapter, pleasure and reproduction in the times of positronic beings :P


With a couple reviews:
RogerEgbert which rightfully praises Isaac, no surprise here, this guy’s work is solid, also goes a bit about the director Alex Garland’s previous works; writer of among others fantastic 28 Days Later.

Real science fiction is about ideas, which means that real science fiction is rarely seen on movie screens, a commercially minded canvas that’s more at ease with sensation and spectacle.

NY Times which also reference – I have only read them after writing all of the above – Her and Metropolis ,-)


Personally I was a bit disappointed with the film, because I thought it was a little too predictable, and maybe lacked some kind of brain-twisting mystery at its heart that I look for in the best sci fi films.

I think I know what you mean Ted; in my case happened opposite, from the very beginning it was quite clear that what I was seeing was just a kind of projection surface behind which there was the mother dough… as I said before a bit like in a book.  Abraço

We are the ones giving the Turing ride ,-)
I think Ex Machina it’s a more abstract and yet contained (almost like a big brother tv show) version of a Bible in the style of the greek tragedy. Gods and their creations, humans, their emotions and passions, the sex thirst, freedom, death… c’won just add the technological elements and jargon!!!
The other thing I find refreshing is that as an spectator i “have to” pass (the test) judgment of some sort and that is going to shape the way I’ld see and validate the characters and the tragedy itself. I loved that in Winter Sleep, where it was done in a bit more mature, gradual and detached way… maybe one of the differences with european cinema tradition…

Cinema god (yawning) – argghh too many fucking years of this beings going all tragedic and whatnot, I don’t care, send them A.I.s and call Tarantino to remake everything just faster, bloodier and funnier, we get 50% of the income… and just for fun make Chuck Norris and Swwarzzebergger a pair of lesbians



A bit of cinematic juicing


Referred in the video above


 For real SW fans



 For real hardcore SW fans; around 7 hours


Now this Samurai Films Responsible for Star Wars?!? — or films are global conversations idea, should be more appealing


More on Kurosawa – seriously interesting +)





Now, the content of the following 4K video is so so, but there are some truly spectacular images. It is only worth watching if you have a very good monitor/tv and as if a drug, to get knocked out by the colours, by the framing, the movement and so on.

Jetman Yves Rossy and his protege Jetman Vince Reffet from Jetman Dubai soar over the city of Dubai with jetpacks in incredible footage from the short film “Young Feathers.” The film focuses on Rossy and Reffet as well as the jetpacks they have developed which fly with an average speed of 200km/h and can maintain flight for up to 13 minutes.

The film also features narration from Rossy about the dream of human flight, and the freedom the jetpacks give.



Signing off
***Mad Max*** is out in the cinemas!!!





MAIN GUIDES – eat freshest brains

MOVEMENT – always forward, inchAlah

NOTATIONS – me dead body feels no pain

SUPPORT – crawling if it need be



The fluffy square headed taiwanese doggy insists it’s conceptually tighter if I leave this taschenrechnermusikant‘s short mix at the end of the post. He says just look at the fucking apparently mess of cables, such nice deep grooves, doggy digg them!!! Now seriously this guy has a lot of very nice mixes, check them out, specially the Dub ones =)

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ANIMALIPSTICK • III ( 3 short animations once a month)



Craig Welch’s No Problem • 1992



Director: Craig Welch
Animation: Craig Welch
Concept: Craig Welch
Design: Craig Welch
Producer: Eunice Macaulay / Marcy Page
Executive producer: Douglas MacDonald / Barrie McLean
Animation camera: Pierre Landry / Lynda Pelley / Jacques Avoine
Re-recording: Jean-Pierre Joutel / Shelley Craig
Music: Normand Roger / Denis L. Chartrand
Production Agency: National Film Board of Canada


Though it’s a trailer – be sure to watch Full HD and really LOUD!!! – it’s in itself a little film. Full version recommended =)
WARNING: if you’ve drank coffee, watch this another time
Takeshi Koike’s REDLINE • 2007

Full Credits



Frédéric Back’s L’homme qui plantait des arbres • 1987



Frédéric Back

Based on Jean Giono’s story

Frédéric Back

Executive producer
Hubert Tison

Normand Roger

Film Editing
Norbert Pickering

Art Department
Frédéric Back

sound re-recording mixer
Michel Descombes
André Gagnon

Camera and Electrical Department
animation camera operators
Claude Lapierre
Jean Robillard

Animation Department
animator Frédéric Back
assistant animator Lina Gagnon

Music Department
music recordist (as Hervé J. Bibeau)
Hervé Bibeau

music assistant
Denis L. Chartrand

Quality control
Léo Faucher

English version
Jean Roberts

gashô and big kiss 4

JlEO *-)

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V-LOG 03 and forgetting the big picture // feat. some friends


This is the post of the cool people hanging around and around and around the bound popound tataund aund aund auuauauauuauauuuuuu!!!!


Merci al Lexi plexi sembrador… por insistir en la amistad, por practicarla inexorablemente, sin miedo, de forma aventurada y viva =)

Guest appearances by manin Ami and Biuli li liiii cuidadîn
Meci aussi ao grande , que saiu duma vaca mas das que nascem deusas, je je. Se alguma vez chegas a lêr isto Mû: a namorada di Russia manda bejinhus com mão repleta, ma di peixinho gustoso nada di nada manda pa, ohhhh *=)

Um De Nós
from Duos, Trios, and Further Conversations album




More coolio bros, tasse yo, ma main,
I mean man maid man mean tarzan c’won comoÉ?!!
Naspiatu, ta malucu Yooo??!!!


Master chief of weird fluffy noises: Snup di mad banân


The real deal, most tender cunt at this side of Europe's asshole: Albi


... where the fuck do you come from?! Aarrgh pic's from 2011, Kan't remembers
but he's our hipno clixter fister little bronco box unknown stereo duddio


Now our Himalayan friends, whose families and friends have lost their homes (if not died) and are living on the street of



om tare tu tare ture soha om tare tu tare ture soha om tare tu tare ture soha


Supermama and famous cook, she talks very little (with me) but everything she says
it's funny; thanks god she also thinks what I say it's funny: Samjana



Big brother Karma, indoctrinating me with some BS, look at this trick, it's from
my land, I am going to jump in the glass of water, ok? Such a nice dude our Karma




Not putting more photos because I can put no more, put into blog no more photos or yes put more into blog photos I can, who knows, mi Knows every nose for ice cream screaming, cuttit out cutitii outitis now

And to finish in style and coach surfing the ring onions of hell, myself , oh yeah and (briefly) Herr Kaiser, the freshness personifyed, the allmighty guru of complementary colours and interpaginary relations




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Paco, las perlas de tu boca eran silencios embarazados

       It was my last year in high-school – code name in old spanish’s studying system: COU – which is mandatory only if you’re planning to go to university.

What the hell was I still doing there?!! I cannot tell, but I clearly recall I had decided not to go to university and do a 3 year image module instead. For me it was then cristal clear I wanted to understand and be able to decypher the surrounding world of images. So… I spent the best part of the year smoking joints, fucking, playing volleyball, tripping to the beach and… writing… in no particular priority order :P

Through high-school I met all kind of “teachers”, from the professional ones that took everything seriously and were very disapointed at my waste of potential, to Hitler worshippers, dubious yet very friendly and lived bisexual beings, unbearable little dump smelling mouth rats, to the ones who wanted to be cool, the cynical old masters trying to get to retirement as sane as possible or the ones who didn’t give a fuck.

Paco was neither of those. He instructed language and literature; at the time we used to make fun of him, specially his inability to pronunciate the “r”; so we recite this paragraph of a poem the pearls of your mouth. Paco was from a village that is commonly regarded in Spainish culture as the place where brutish people are borned and thus many jokes start with someone from this village: Lepe.

Irony from the destiny, through my 5 years (I failed one) of HS public study, Paco was probably the only grown guy who understood me and respected me. At the time I was too dazed and confused to see that, but after 20 years – I must now have the age Paco had when I was his student – it is touchingly evident how this guy influenced me.

For starters he talked to me and listened to me, Paco also understood that part of being a teenager is breaking rules, questioning authority, trying new things and so on, so he was pretty flexible about some clowning and some joking during his classes, from time to time he would also engage the hormonal mayhem which was puzzling to say the least. In one of our talks I told him I had zero interest whatsoever in his subject matter, I also confessed that I didn’t really know what I was doing there. He was an awesome humble guy and as such he didn’t take what I told him as something personal, instead he proposed me a deal: You like to draw and write poems and stuff don’t you? So you can come to my classes and do whatever you want as long as you don’t disturb the others. Of course I cannot pass you, but if you change your mind you can study during summer and go to September exams.  

And so I had a warm place where I would spent several hours a week drawing intricate nightmarish stuff and writing many many popoozas. Since recently I have been going through all of them (thousands of pages) and must say, most of it is so obnoxiously repetitive, nonsensical or full of agony, formal yet chaotic and… a search, a search for my own code, my own language, a search for answers and the meaning of dreams, unstable emotions, overwhelming passions… and off course the unknownable… that is not worth even reading. And despite this fact, at the time, Paco was always very curious of what was going on in my little notebooks, ja ja ja. Almost at the end of the year he even offered to proofread them and give me feedback and so he did. He corrected ALL of my orthographic mistakes and took little humorous notes with a very light pencil. Paco didn’t say I like this or I don’t like that, intead he pointed out some writers I might be interested and just underlined some parts.


That (have to refrain from crying as you would not see my beautiful shiny tears) touched me beyond anything I can express, despite all the shitload I was going through I had a clear goal to achieve. I spent the whole summer studying, no beach, no friends, no parties… not easy to do if you’re turning 18!!! I was a devoted studious disciple of the spanish grammar… and of other disciplines. Aunt Rosa (she’s not really my aunt but a cool friend of mum’s whose hair is made out of fire and whiskey) helped me immensely too. In september I passed ALL of them. But in the language test I made a mistake that would have failed me with anybody else… I had to analyse a phrase and I mistook it. Funny enough this guy from the brutish cradle of Spain, so they say, understood that even though I had not correctly identified the type of phrase, I did analyse my mistake correctly and so it was not as important that I just accumulated knowledge as was that I knew how to use it =)

Today I am fully conscient that without me knowing it, Paco was a real teacher, he didn’t taught me with words, he planted seeds to grow in the future, now. I started to write when I was maybe 8 or 9, but since that last year at high-school I’ve been trying to write more freely, more true, more passionate and yet consciously. I knew then, after that year, that images and words, sounds and silences, all are part of a dainty ever-growing and whole pervading language.

Today is almost twenty years later and although I don’t even recall his surname I am plenty grateful that LIFE crossed our paths. I must be now the age Paco was when I was his student and I would underline those same loose lines, part of them run below -)

Te presentas en negro tintada,
atrapas mis ojos
y del corazón alado,
encerrado en la infinita abertura
que es su boca,
los labios rellenos de labios.

Tu lengua es la lengua del tiempo
hace mella en mi boca
eternamente humedecida
por el roce de esos labios.
Marfil choca marfil,
dedos de piel,
calor líquido…
…hombres luchando.

Tus hirientes dientes clávanse en mi yugular,
chorros de tinta,
baluarte e infierno en mis poros,
el color del olvido eterno y frutálico,
una memoria oxidada,
un conducto hepático dañado,
una ducha de sangre y vísceras.

Y es mareo el camino hasta-laverno,
como nube verde, paladar rojo,
gritos de auxilio al filo del abismo.
Fría y cortante noche de invierno,
de tu mano que es estéril recojo
las semillas mías… de paludismo

• • •

Como en un río, la palabra de amor fluye…
desde su nacimiento inquieto y goteante.
Mil hojas en un sólo viento
mil lágrimas en una pena sola.

Veo llover en tus ojos
llenos de peces ingenuos.
Soy lago y soy pez,
una ración de pena,
el llorar diseccionado…
en símbolos de piedra.

El tañir de una campana en el desierto,
metálica sombra profunda de deseo,
sonidos besándonos con su rostro líquido
los párpados.

Te huelo,
te siento por dentro
té frío Don Simón.

La acelerada caída del telón
con imágenes encadenadas a gritos
tropiezan con el aire…
es la sombra donde nos ocultamos
del miedo, en su forma de serpiente.

La mente que encarcela
los sentimientos,
en un talud de dolor,
es el mar que no cesa
golpear eterno
de sí mismo contra el sol.

de nuevo empaparé mis palabras
en el enorme perdón.

• • •

Moldeando su cara,
así me lo encontré,
infinitas son las posibilidades
en el lago de tus ojos

Alivia de tu carne el dolor
para que la herida nunca sane,
perdido en la tempestad sé
de unos labios que me darán la calma

Gris plomizo para un sabor
cementado en boca de plástico,
mastigadas palabras como castigo
al abandono del placer sentido…
Inteligible parece el cántico
orquestado sin alma ni motor

Inocuo lagrimeo contorsionado
en el pálido rostro falaz,
me encuentro buscando la verdad
en tu tenebrosa selva sin claros

• • •

Bajo un tremendo dolor
se oculta un infinito placer,
tras la oscura cortina
todo lo abarca
tu sonrisa… feliz

¿Quién maneja
las ruidosas cadenas
con las que la noche
ata mi locura?

Cuelga el teléfono
dime… ahora… cuánto!
Cuelga tus sentidos
del perchero de mi alma;
te llevaré por un viaje,
arrancaré los paisajes
maravillosos, que en tu interior
se forman cada amanecer

• • •

Mis deseos todos
en un punto concreto encadenados,
futuro en lo que somos
de presente aplazado

¡¡Turbinas de carne por
hélices de piel!!
Oscuras pero lustrosas partes por
la unidad que siembran en un ser

La llama encendida
de la llama apagada hermana,
una ostenta la vida,
la otra es un recuerdo en la nada.

El sol padrino de tantos,
la luna en los tanatorios;
la mentira y cerrojazo,
su certeza en vomitorios,

… and BTW ¡¡¡VIVA LEPE!!!!

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Scams through humor, tests and loose ends… again




                Halubiduuu flufluflu flu flux?!!!

I like to buy and sell used stuff, I also like to fix things. The good thing of internet is that you can get in contact with people who otherwise you would never knew existed and likewise. The part I enjoy more it is simply meeting with people face to face and sometimes get to know what’s their story. I met some interesting characters, some talk more, some are in a hurry, some are more… to the business’ side. Anyway for the last couple of months I’ve been selling loads of stuff…

From time to time a lost soul (and is always a girl, just stating the facts) crosses my path and starts the weirdest “comunications” possible, asking for things – here I must say that everything I sell is well documented (with detailed specs and plenty of pics) and I try to be as straightforward as possible regarding details in the state of my goods and transaction operation – and displaying and absolute uncertainty about almost everything. I’ve learnt that instead of getting mad I can have fun… So with this nagging “costumers” I put to use my twisted sense of humor. In this particular case I’m selling a film camera and a lens which, again, are all documented enough in the add.

But this girl decides that she needs more (there are other “symptoms” that help tracking the species ) and as she asked me for more photos, I took the one above… and had a bit of a LOL gerol blast +)

Pity that they never answer back… not even with a little insult or something, ja ja ja


But it is so many levels of humor going around; today I’ve received this FBI email. Of course it’s a scam, and one not very well done. Anyway another fun moment of the quotidian virtual life :P



Lex y Piter 


impromptu poetics by ?lexi

oscuras son las sombras
que manejan tu cuerpo
como nidos de abejas
oscuros son los dias
que festejan tu mirada
sin darse cuenta
sin darse cuenta
de que oscuras son las luces
cuando se miran a si mismas



Youtube, like the church, also siding with the money pips. Couldn’t care less


To finish this puke-post up – and I know you like it – a couple
of three little video bugs, yeahhhh!!!


-0 -0 -0 But before that, children cover your ears please 0- 0- 0-



If you are João from GrooveTV, listen well buddy: FUCK YOU, I really hope for your health’s good standing that LIFE doesn’t cross our paths again, you piece of shit little coward cunt!!!

If you are everybody else… just get away from this… cancer of human being


. . .
Now, muchi better… the videos

Tests of Nick Driftwood‘s NEBULA T8 patch for GH2

1 – 24H ISO 3200 (de)noise study
2 – HBR ISO 6400 (de)noise study
3 – 24H harsh grade test

Remix of Elliott Smith + LOREAK OST + Teemid – Crazy feat. Joie Tan (Gnarls Barkely Cover) + Noah + PMJ

Big Thanks to Vitaliy and all people who worked on this and made it possible, specially Nick Driftwood
Also to Cu Selur, creator of Hybrid

Personal View thread


Grand merci a DEV and Karma

The song is Dev’s:
A girl who’s waiting on a boy… then they meet and hang around all happy =)

BTW if you reading this Karma, I have Dev’s DVD burnt since some time now… so we “have” to meet and drink and laugh just because of this ,-) je je



Shaky SOC (straight out of camera) footage test of
The End NR4 patch for GH2 by Apefos
More info at PV forums –

Colin Stetson – The Stars In His Head (Dark Lights Remix)
New History Warfare Vol.2: Judges – 2011 LP

Big Thanks to Vitaliy and all people who worked on this and made it possible


Now I can go back to my indesign project,



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ANIMALIPSTICK • II ( 3 short animations once a month)




Emma De Swaef / Marc James Roels • Oh Willy… • 2012



Directors: Emma De Swaef / Marc James Roels
Screenwriters: Emma De Swaef / Marc James Roels
Producers: Ben Tesseur / Nidia Santiago
Production Manager: Nidia Santiago
Co-producers: Jean-François Le Corre /Mathieu Courtois / Arnoud Rijken / Michiel Snidjders / Christphe Mazodier
Assistant Director: Marianne Chazelas
Animators: Andreas de Ridder / Alice Tambellini / Steven De Beul / Emma De Swaef
Music & Foley: Bram Meindersma
Sound Editor: Bram Meindersma
Director of Photography: Marc Roels
Editor: Dieter Diependaele
Production Designer: Jean-Marc Ogier
Special Effects: Raphaël Thibault, Chris Mascarello
Sound Mixer: Jeroen Nadorp
Main Production Company: Beast Animation
Co-Production with: Polaris Film Production & Finance / Vivement Lundi / il Luster Productions


Marie Paccou • Un jour • 1997



Director: Marie Paccou
Writer: Marie Paccou
Voice: Christine Gagneux
Producer: Claude Huhardeaux
Original Music: Matthieu Aschehoug
Vibraphone: Matthieu Aschehoug
Chello: Stephane Manent
Foley: Eric Grattepain
Mix: Emmanuel Croset
Film Editing: Marie Paccou
Sound: Fabrice Gérardi
Animation: Alexis Appert / Marie Paccou
Produced at Studios de 2001


Omega • 2014



a film by Eva Franz & Andreas Goralczyk
sound design & music Lorenz Schwarz
production assistance Anna Gates Adam Gawel
screenplay Eva Franz
character design Andreas Goralczyk

additional stop motion animation
Andreas Grindler
Adam Gawel
Jan Eilts
Tibor Weissmar

environment department coordination Doga Cigsar

additional set and environment construction
Elenya Bannert
Jan Cordes
Hannes Gerlach
Hedi Haase
Erika Han Xue Hanson
Kairi Kuuskor
Janno Nou
Ursula Schachenhofer

additional puppet construction
Adam Gawel
Andreas Grindler
Benjamin Gillner
Oskar Klinkhammer
Pia Matthes
Juan Francisco Pedraza
Tibor Weissmar

compositing & computer animation
Eva Franz
Andreas Goralczyk

cgi rigging support
Bassam Kurdali
Nathan Vegdahl

sound recording assistance
Martin Buntz
Corinne Schlichtung

solo instruments
Theo Nabicht (Contrabass Clarinet)
Shinichi Minami (Percussion)
Rie Watanabe (Additional Percussion)

additional music loops Elmar Farchmin

additional vocals
Paula Ketteler
Hans Leo Neu

additional vocals recording
Tobias Fricke
Sonia Toepfer


gashô and big kiss 4

BurnetRhoades =)


previously ANIMALIPSTICK • I


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