Mads Damsbo

After a local factory worker named Dorem Clery dies under mysterious circumstances, Werner Herzog travels to Getunkirchenburg to investigate his perplexing death. But Herzog, our narrator, is not who he seems, and the film is not what we expect…

As Asger peers through the rear window of his car, he cannot remember why his heart is pounding. Why there is blood pouring from his forehead? Why is his side mirror broken? And whose is that mobile on the passenger seat?

Helene harbors a secret sexual fantasy of being raped. She hires a gigolo to fulfill her fantasy, but the rape does not go according to the scenario. Faced with unforeseen complications to her plan, Helene must confront the true nature of her desire.

It's March 21, 1945. You’re a young navigator in the Royal Air Force. You’re flying in formation all headed for the same target: the Gestapo headquarters in Copenhagen. But in the critical minutes leading up to the planned attack, a sudden explosion wreaks havoc and disorients you. Should you drop the bombs? And where should you drop them?

A portrait of the symbiosis of body and mind between mother and unborn child.

Olivia and Peter are a couple who occasionally have problems with their communication, especially when it is about Peter's dad. It puts the relationship at a risk.

Dark Rooms is an exploration of human psychology through the prism of sexuality. The viewer and two other participants are invited to explore four inner spaces, each one a private, intimate story told and co-created by real people. A unique, embodied experience, guiding the users step by step into the heart of human desire and the shadows it casts. Dark Rooms is a sensory, site-specific and immersive installation that confronts the audience with their own bias and boundaries, exposing our deepest longings and the forces that may shape our sexual identities.

A beautiful country. It has mountains. It has forests. It has rivers. Only, there is no water. Edward and his wife owns a small, simple house with a garden. As everything else around here, the garden is no longer a garden, but a barren field with just a few tops of dry maize. The drought is a silent disaster, moving through the entire country – like a ghost.