Directing
In Vrbas, a small town in Vojvodina (adjacent to Hungary), with his uncle, a karateka and hunter, the 12-year-old Sale, is spending the summer far from his parents. He forms day-to-day relations with the rare individuals still in the village, who are much older than he is. Luka Papić empathetically observes the teenager’s initiation into the rites of the adult world to which he too will belong one day.
After losing his dog, an eccentric artist from Belgrade embarks on a journey to look for his pet. Throughout his quest, we will get to know a number of strange characters. The filmmaker’s humorous approach opens up a dialogue about different philosophical questions related to art, representation, identity, nature, history, ethics and politics.
A heartbroken tabloid journalist starts a column about the romantic lives of Serbia’s outsiders, unaware that he’s slowly becoming one of them.
The daily life of Mihajlo, a factory worker in a neglected industrial town. Testimonies about his life are given by the people around him. At times, these people are seen as part of Mihajlo’s daily routine, but after the character leaves the stage, their voices remain as the narrator. What they don’t know is that Mihajlo obsessively steals tools from the factory and suffers from lost love. And they can’t anticipate what is going to happen one morning.
Ten years after the death of Josip Broz Tito, who ruled Yugoslavia from 1945 until his death in 1980, free elections took place for the first time in Serbia. The big winner was Slobodan Milošević, who became president. The story of what then happened in Yugoslavia is all too familiar. Could things have gone differently? In Invoked, five presidential candidates of the time look back on those first free elections. The political differences between them are still huge, from socially progressive and environmentally conscious to ultra-nationalist.
“The Prostitute”, “The Addict”, “Gay Man”, “The Bitch” are the titles of 75-year-old recreational poet Slobodan Stevanović’s most popular poems. And popularity – in the Serbian provinces just like everywhere else – is measured by click figures. Slobodan and his son Bojan send his works into the world via YouTube. Poetry conquers new spaces, while the tube TV set in the old space next door is flickering and the “cevapcici “are frying.
