Festival International du Court Métrage à Clermont-Ferrand 2015 - Programme Labo

This short, with vibrant animation, illustrates a single second from every day in a year.

Three male voices openly discuss their paedophile tendencies and how they try to deal with this ethically. This documentary reveals the complex emotions behind an orientation society deems perverted.

An inventor of musical instruments goes through the city surrounded by sounds created by himself.A film to see the sound and to listen to the images.

A young (?) filmmaker comes back to his grandparents' house to make them a video-portrait. That's what cinema is about, isn't it?

A creative image of an underwater search in the dimensions of two worlds-ice desert and underwater, told from the point of view of the rescue team, of the diver, and of the ordinary people waiting on the shore.

In a small town where tradition has reigned, adolescents are rounded up and tested in an ultimate deviation. In their twentieth year, the youth are brought to forbidden territory and in one night will be overcome by the darkness of sin.

When a man gets accused of killing his family he must face himself to gain acceptance.

A short film depicting a dad's influence on a young boy's life. His judgmental character mixed with the boys fondness for his dad prove to be a toxic mix that tears away at a world of opportunity and experiences.

A journey through the abstract situation of a practice of the voluntary fire brigade. It is a poetic, sensuous short film about the construction of reality and the pursuit of meaning and believe.

Simple, yet complex. A man (Shin-Hong Wang) meets a woman (Ke-Xi Wu) on a moored ship, a sort of floating palace decorated like a Buddhist temple. The woman or her spirit struggles with her memories and the man takes on the form of a Buddhist monk in his next life. Complex and yet simple. The man, the woman and the camera move gracefully 'dancing' through the space. Only the thought of escape.

Tehran-Geles is a fictional vision of Tehran using Los Angeles as its set. During an aerial journey we discover an uncanny landscape. While flying over boulevards, personal souvenirs of migrants create an echo to the collective story of the Iranian capital. Arriving in Downtown, the buildings are saturated with neon signs, pulsating with the voices, taking us on a hallucinating trip. Like in the science fictional genre, where the present is projected into the future, this short movie projects the past of Tehran into the Western present. The production of this short movie generated an audio-visual 'migration', where aerials shots from Los Angeles merge with videos from Tehran transported on an airplane and interviews recorded via Skype in different cities around the world.

Clare is getting ready for her night with Ryan and she does everything she is supposed to do with painstaking attention - she whitens, she moisturizes, she shaves everything. This is a raw and intimate vision of one woman's routine of self-care.

Five friends rent the beach house that last year housed fifteen. On their last day there, 20-year-old Natalie awakes to find that her best friend, Laure, has gone missing. Racked with anxiety, Natalie goes on the search - but as the day wears on, and mysterious omens reveal themselves, she suddenly becomes terrified of Laure's return.

A young man's life in an apartment building gets invaded by public norms after a neighbor accuses him of leading an immoral lifestyle and demands that other residents intervene. Using real documented audio footage, the film explores the line between individual privacy and public 'noise'.

The border between subjective and objective reality, though distinct (water is always water and air is always air), changes constantly. Yen Yen begins here - on this rolling surface between dream and reality. The idea that this could all be a dream emerges from deep within the dream itself. Panacea seekers fish around for it. But, does it really exist? And if so, do you get it? Or, does it get you?

Laxmi Agarwal, a human rights activist and a survivor of acid violence, gazes back at us, as we contemplate together, the meaning of memory and loss. What does it mean to survivors of acid violence? What does it mean to people in their environment? How do the two world-views interact? What do concepts of 'fear', 'power', 'innocence' and 'beauty' mean to us? The Newborns attempts to provide a lens to the survivors of acid violence, to look forward and gaze back. They take us through the ennui of their domestic and public spaces in a nameless dystopian city, its factories, houses and motels, and its promises, never honored.

An affecting tale of personal tragedy is told entirely through close-ups of a construction worker's hands.

A cinematic devotional book. Based on interviews with an unemployable sufferer (and his fellows), living in the East German countryside. Who lost his memory in 1989 and woke up into several nightmares.

Forty-seven brief but vivid vignettes about the paradoxical nature of our world, seamlessly intertwine perplexing scenes of poetical absurdism with the ironic, the grotesque, and the beautiful. Is this the symphony of life?

BLOOD BROTHERS follows one night in the life of the 'Forcados Amadores de Montemor', a bullfighting suicide squad in Portugal. Returning to the biggest arena for the first time without their fallen leader, they must channel his invincible spirit.

In 2053, Saigon, Vietnam is submerged in water. People have to move to the higher places for survival. The Vietnamese government has tried more than once to carry people to Mars, but their attempt turns out to be just a bitter failure.... Is it enough interesting what is written above?

Three-year-old Theo and his six-year-old cousin Jonas, explore the contents of what appears to be an abandoned caravan.

Night will soon fall over a peaceful beach town. But where have all the people gone? And what are these creatures lurking just out of sight, seemingly making themselves at home?

Somebody broke the girl's parents. The rabbit was there when it happened. It was an awful mess.