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Irish Traveller Frances has to fight for the right to pursue her passion... boxing. She is determined to make her idol Muhammad Ali proud, as well as her father who has recently been released from prison. But when she wants to show him just how tough she is, she soon comes to realise he's got other plans for her.
Eileen has something important to discuss with her teenage son, Stephen. But on the day she decides to talk to him, Stephen has his own surprise in store for her.
While Sandra opens up to a documentary film crew, flashbacks show her teenage son, Stephen, mysteriously kidnapping a toddler, and holding him captive. Eventually, the stories intersect to explain the abduction and the family's three-generation legacy of abuse in this mesmerizing psychological drama.
In a rare and potentially fatal feat of cinematic daring, "Dublin 26.06.08" was shot entirely between 12.01am and 11.59pm on Thursday June 26th 2008. This audacious cinematic collage offers both a unique snapshot of a single day in the life of Dublin and a vivid example of a bold guerrilla filmmaking model. The film is an eclectic, multi-authored impression of Dublin (within the bounds of the encircling M50 motorway) as it lived, died, breathed, made love, filled up and emptied, consumed, wept, was rained and shone upon, grew bright and then darkened again.
The Art of Loss is a wholly original interspecies meditation on bereavement. In it film maker and playwright Carmel Winters joins their dog pack in re-imagining the death of their mother and their dog not as the end, but as the beginning of new ways of seeing and being with each other, through death and beyond. The film maker shot the film every day for three years, returning to the same landmarks time and time again as a kind of pilgrimage in pack mind. This footage was contracted to a 27 min swoop through liminal time, in which eternity seems to pass through now as this queer and quirky family ingeniously use the arts of performance, playwriting and film to sniff out meaning – and humour – in loss.
The story of a woman, lost in her own thoughts and world, going about her business without anyone taking any notice of her strange behaviour.
