Ernesto Baca

In December 2012, Kodak stopped producing celluloid, which meant the end of one era and the beginning of another for the cinema, with digital technology settling industrially around the world. It also had a fulminating effect on Ernesto Baca, one of the pillars of experimental cinema in Argentina. Requiem for a forgotten film begins with that emotional blow, with the director in the first person, in a proposal that intercalates biographical elements (his life in Florencio Varela , the relationship with his mother, his teachers, the influence of Claudio Caldini, and ... until his own wake!) with others of (science) fiction, in which Baca himself appears as a scientist in his laboratory, activating devices with the goal of carrying out Proyecto argenta, the first virgin film of national industry that allows him - and also his group of friends of the Super 8 Club - to continue filming against the digital advance.

An experimental documentary that portrays Jiva's life within a Hindu family that practices the Hare Krishna religion. Jiva lives in a typical house in the Buenos Aires suburbs with his wife and eight children, where a deep religiosity constantly filters into everyday life. Throughout the film, a split screen reflects the different aspects of this way of life.

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A Super 8 film found in the street and labeled, “Journey to Port Stanley, 1981”; through cuts, Baca divides the Malvinas landscape more and more, until making the different achieve the category of thing.

A short film directed by the Argentine filmmaker Ernesto Baca

An experimental filming exploration of the details of the work "The Garden of Delights" by Hieronymus Bosch.

In the middle of the night, a woman struggles with her memories, which go too fast, she dreams but with her eyes open.

Possible origin and evolution of the magueyes. Play of appearances between the firmament and the plant kingdom. Drawn and painted on 35mm.

During the last military dictatorship, the secondary school sank into a fog of silences and complicities; and in that fog, the collective dream of many students was also lost. 1978, the perfect reminder of high school is the gymnastics playground and the Physical Education teacher. The Green Team was formed with those of us who didn't make the normal teams: Cristina, Elvira and myself. We were the first litter of young people without collective projects that followed the genocide, the design teens that the military longed for. Do we belong to a generation? Or did we just come later?

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Two marginal beings meet, go out on the road, dream of a possible fate while the past haunts them.

Neuronal synapse creates a space of conjunction of mental images, which happen freely, looking for signifies. But a ghost watches and observes, it is thus noticed, that there are no dreams of their own.

Experimental tour through the gardens of friends and acquaintances together with voice-over poems. Recorded in different formats overexposed during the live projection.

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Vrindavana is an observational documentary that portraits a sensory trip through India's spirituality. An evocative journey along rituals, pilgrimages and ceremonies with the tiny village of Vrindavana as a starting point. An experimental film where audiovisual perception prevails through a sensorial narrative.

Orbiting through the earth, a set of minerals that move (silver halures intervened), the female bodies acquire various expressions, is allowed to carry the limited of its course, stimulating abstract worlds, where the imagery is reflected in dance and movement.

Two characters on split screens collide, converse and argue as the city unspools kinetically behind them.

Portrait of a catastrophe, these are times of fire.

Portrait of my friend Marcelo Maman in black and white. Super 8 film intervened with sodium hypochlorite.

This film is a secret and also an offering. When we add our initials we are the closest thing to love, to teaching and to a certain greatness. We met in the worst year of our lives and somehow you chose to save me and I to adore you.