Oleksandr Techynskyi

En la histórica región de Donbass, en el este de Ucrania, a pesar de la cruel guerra que se viene librando desde 2014 entre las autoproclamadas Repúblicas Populares de Donetsk y Luhansk y el Gobierno ucraniano, la gente trata de sobrevivir en el podrido corazón del caos, donde la violencia se disfraza de paz, la propaganda se convierte en unívoca verdad y el odio reina en nombre del amor.

Tolik, an openly gay bohemian singer/artist in the Ukrainian underground scene, is raising his niece Katya, a stubborn little girl who has taken to calling him Dad. Her mother, Anya, is both at the heart of the film and almost doomed to the fringes, adrift between solitude and stays in a psychiatric hospital.

White winter blizzard covers everything. We can rely now only on saints, on our prayers. The future has sailed away, with us left behind. Astray, we did not board the magic ship. The task at hand is simple — not to perish in the fog, not to die from the cold, not to get trapped under the ice. Not to fall in our own snares. Or are we all in one big trap anyway? Running around in a small circle, counting those who vanished.

White winter blizzard covers everything. We can rely now only on saints, on our prayers. The future has sailed away, with us left behind. Astray, we did not board the magic ship. The task at hand is simple — not to perish in the fog, not to die from the cold, not to get trapped under the ice. Not to fall in our own snares. Or are we all in one big trap anyway? Running around in a small circle, counting those who vanished.

What does the violent heart of revolution feel like? As the anger and hatred glow white hot is there a language its players use to speak to one another? And what becomes of the gun toting authorities when their fiefdom is destroyed, nobody is any longer afraid, and all things are ablaze? Just some of the questions addressed in this visceral documentary from Maidan square in the violent Ukrainian winter of 2013-14.

Three months of revolution. From indignant protest to national unity. From pots on their heads to batons and body armor. From the euphoria of victory to the mourning of the fallen Heavenly Hundred. Revolution as an explosion of revived dignity, as the euphoria of freedom, as the pain of awareness at the cost, as the birth of the modern history of Ukraine. This year we have decided not to have an opening film, because all our attention is focused on the changes taking place in our country today. We have asked the directors who filmed the Ukrainian protests to share their best shots with us. The episodes of these upcoming films about the Euromaidan were formed in a kaleidoscope of revolution, which needs no comment. We offer you a chronicle of the Ukrainian protest. Experience the three months of fighting with us, feel and see the revolution through our eyes.

An ironic tale about seeking for mutual understanding between desperate Ukrainian porters and their alien clients during annual Rosh-Hashanah pilgrimage of Hasidim to the town of Uman'.

An ironic tale about seeking for mutual understanding between desperate Ukrainian porters and their alien clients during annual Rosh-Hashanah pilgrimage of Hasidim to the town of Uman'.

An ironic tale about seeking for mutual understanding between desperate Ukrainian porters and their alien clients during annual Rosh-Hashanah pilgrimage of Hasidim to the town of Uman'.