Γιώργος Γεροντιδάκης

With the sweet taste of love's first kiss in his mouth, an engineer takes a trip down memory lane after receiving an invitation from an old friend. Thirty years after that innocent peck on the lips, fate reunites two estranged soulmates.

In the small, closed community of a provincial town, Magda tries to maintain a balance within a family facing many serious problems. The families apparently normal, bourgeois, every-day life will crack open, bringing to the surface hatred and passions of the kind that lie well-hidden in the mists of the nearby lake. An intense plot and a totally unexpected ending make up this film, which features characters who are vulnerable, innocent and ordinary, but who become ruthless and callous, worrying only about protecting their financial resources. The offences are disproportionately serious compared to the financial benefits they try to secure

The story of Greek businessmen Pavlos and Thanasis Giannakopoulos and their impact on Panathinaikos basketball club

' Red string tied, wrapped in the creel, please turn kicks tale n'archinisei 'used to say older before they start their tales. But Knit Red Thread of Costas Charalambous does not narrate a tale but a nightmare that haunts the Greek history for more than 60 year. The nightmare of civil war.

Captain Michalis, a fierce and indomitable warrior, has sworn to be black-clad, unshaven and unsmiling until Crete is liberated. But when he meets Emine, wife of his blood brother, Nuri Bey, he is possessed by 'a demon' that despite his efforts, he cannot get out of mind.

With the arrival of a self-confident and rebellious beautiful girl in the village, a romantic 16-year-old will be in for a surprise, as the unprecedented feelings of love and passion will offer a gradual but marvellous passage to adulthood.

Two young people from opposing families fall in love and reawaken the vendetta from years ago in a mountain village in Crete.

Every time a daughter was born, the father of Eleni, Asimina and Froso planted a poplar tree at the edge of their orchard to commemorate the arrival of the new child. As they grew and grew tall and slender, he boasted of them as his daughters. In the proudest poplar, however, Helen's poplar, a swarm of wild bees had already nested. "You will be happy, my daughter, and life will be as sweet as this honey. You'll see," her father used to tell her. But, the years passed and Eleni looked at the poplar and listened to the hum... "How do you know, father... How do you know that life has written only bitterness for my root".