Márton Kristóf

A heavily neurotic young man starts to see his father's ghost, and while he helps the spirit cross to the otherworld, something happens that they could never achieve in their common life: they finally understand each other.

In this short exploration of sensual audio-visual stimulation, the repeated rituals of an online performer have a transfixing effect on her viewers. What starts as an exploration of tactility, addiction and control soon descends into a nightmarish dance performance where no rules apply.

Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

London. Christmas time. A man is desperately trying to save the life of a minuscule fish, but the situation spirals out of control. Based on the short story 'All the pain in the world' by Michele Mari.