Visual Effects
The image pans slowly around a coastal moor, a neighborhood of silent villas and empty streets, a forest path in fading summer light. There are no witnesses to tell the stories of how it all ended. All manifestations of human activity have ceased, giving way to the crackling and bustling of nature. In this world, which at first seems only to reflect a recent emptying, black things move about, as if dying echoes of a cataclysm too terrifying to narrate.
Editor
The image pans slowly around a coastal moor, a neighborhood of silent villas and empty streets, a forest path in fading summer light. There are no witnesses to tell the stories of how it all ended. All manifestations of human activity have ceased, giving way to the crackling and bustling of nature. In this world, which at first seems only to reflect a recent emptying, black things move about, as if dying echoes of a cataclysm too terrifying to narrate.
Cinematography
The image pans slowly around a coastal moor, a neighborhood of silent villas and empty streets, a forest path in fading summer light. There are no witnesses to tell the stories of how it all ended. All manifestations of human activity have ceased, giving way to the crackling and bustling of nature. In this world, which at first seems only to reflect a recent emptying, black things move about, as if dying echoes of a cataclysm too terrifying to narrate.
Producer
The image pans slowly around a coastal moor, a neighborhood of silent villas and empty streets, a forest path in fading summer light. There are no witnesses to tell the stories of how it all ended. All manifestations of human activity have ceased, giving way to the crackling and bustling of nature. In this world, which at first seems only to reflect a recent emptying, black things move about, as if dying echoes of a cataclysm too terrifying to narrate.
Writer
The image pans slowly around a coastal moor, a neighborhood of silent villas and empty streets, a forest path in fading summer light. There are no witnesses to tell the stories of how it all ended. All manifestations of human activity have ceased, giving way to the crackling and bustling of nature. In this world, which at first seems only to reflect a recent emptying, black things move about, as if dying echoes of a cataclysm too terrifying to narrate.
Director
The image pans slowly around a coastal moor, a neighborhood of silent villas and empty streets, a forest path in fading summer light. There are no witnesses to tell the stories of how it all ended. All manifestations of human activity have ceased, giving way to the crackling and bustling of nature. In this world, which at first seems only to reflect a recent emptying, black things move about, as if dying echoes of a cataclysm too terrifying to narrate.
Grip
Two men on a fishing trip realize that things are a bit out of the ordinary. A mystery is forming.
Visual Effects
Two men on a fishing trip realize that things are a bit out of the ordinary. A mystery is forming.
Visual Effects
Un año después de que el mundo se convirtiese en un caos, Elvis y Tweeter tratarán de incrementar sus posibilidades de sobrevivir yendo a lo que ellos piensan que es una isla abandonada. Sin embargo, al llegar allí se verán forzados a unirse a una nueva comunidad y vivir según unas reglas que les harán tomar decisiones extremas...
Sound Designer
A girl wanders the streets of her hometown, recalling the people, places and dreams that make a life.
Cinematography
A girl wanders the streets of her hometown, recalling the people, places and dreams that make a life.
Editor
A girl wanders the streets of her hometown, recalling the people, places and dreams that make a life.
Writer
A girl wanders the streets of her hometown, recalling the people, places and dreams that make a life.
Director
A girl wanders the streets of her hometown, recalling the people, places and dreams that make a life.
