Manel Raga Raga
Directing
Known For

The experiment presents a cinematic poem to filmmaking and film itself. Directed by eleven filmmakers, all under the vision of Bela Tarr's 'film.factory', delving into what keeps us making films.
Lost in Bosnia

Manel has been kissed by all the old women in the village. From the passion of Christ to the olive trees in the Catalan countryside, a landscape of resistance that evokes a sour humour, and at the same time a silence from times gone by.
Tribute to Judas
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Tuga

A child who ceases to be a child, a mother who goes away forever and a father who never stops possessing her, beyond life itself. THE HEN is a desire that persists in time, it is a devastating habit that degenerates to the point of turning into death. “The script, rather than being a rigorous adaptation, takes the story 'La Gallina' by Mercè Rodoreda as a sensorial reference, as a mood which one can hold onto. The film is an immersion to the symbolism of the story, it’s an adaptation that although it retains the main actions of the story, it’s especially interested in the high capacity of suggestion of the language. It's about creating a poetic universe itself, with its own visual language, at the border between dreaming and being awake and which could be able to frame a tragedy that often goes beyond reality.” Manel Raga
La Gallina

In a small village lost in the Bosnian mountains, Mejra and Nana take care of their herd of sheep. The rain starts to fall, dogs are barking, and dreams slowly emerge...
The Impact of the Moon

A ball spins around, stuck in the river that goes through the Grbavica neighborhood in Sarajevo.
Grbavica

A very small spider descends from the ceiling, three meters high. It lands on the pillow, drops a little further, gets lost in a fold of the sheets, and reappears, crossing the entire blanket, walking over the orange flower patterns. I slept with a huge fear of falling, like when I was a child and they laid me down surrounded by chairs. At my grandparents’ house, all the clocks are stopped.
Firewood

I’m walking through Sarajevo. I’m waking up. I don’t remember.