Nuno Amorim

A sensory journey through Porto in the 2000s, built from visual memories. Through the collection, manipulation and frame-by-frame animation of thousands of photographs drawn from many different lives, the film assembles a collective vision of a city suspended between memory and dreams — a city that no longer exists, or perhaps never existed at all.

Natália, trapped in a tedious routine, leaves in search of a stolen heart. In a surreal world where hearts are the common currency, she endures several perils, in order to decide if she wants to give her heart up or keep it for herself.

Lisbon, Portugal, 2010. Pilar, a pious woman devoted to social causes, maintains a peculiar relationship with her neighbor Aurora, a temperamental old woman obsessed with gambling who lives tormented by a mysterious past.

Surpresa (Surprise) is a short documentary animation made using a recorded conversation (that is, not acted, not rehearsed, not scripted…) between a mother, Joana, and her three-year-old daughter, Alice, who is recovering from kidney cancer. They both talk – openly and frankly – about the illness, their present circumstances, struggles and successes.

Wanderings of a sordid and abandoned city of Lisbon from the graphic work of Stuart de Carvalhais

Two screenwriters are in the process of creating a screenplay, conjuring some of their past, present and future ghosts, projecting their concerns and differences on the journey of the fictional characters, possibly their alter egos.

A political musical film about a Pink Jacket that always has something up its sleeve. In the comfort of its home, Pink Jacket uses couture and torture to stitch up the opponents of the system. Mónica Santos has already won twice the Audience Award at Curtas with “Between the Shadows” (2018) and “Amélia & Duarte” (2015).

Oh, little soldier, jaunting happily towards the war, you pay no heed to the red petal you carry, marking the ones who'll fall. Such petal is the sign of the mustard yellow death that will smother you in the pestiferous, muddy trenches. Not, however, without introducing you to some of the damned that have left already, and who are waiting for you in the fields of desolation.