Julian Koechlin

Julian Koechlin

Nacimiento : 1992-01-01, Basel, Switzerland

Perfil

Julian Koechlin

Películas

Money. Murder. Zurich.: Borchert and the icy death
Gero Hochegger
When Borchert receives an anonymous message that a certain Franz Brosi is innocent, law firm boss Dominique can hardly believe it. After all, Brosi was her first client as a public defender a few years ago and had actually confessed. The two are investigating the case.
Of Fish and Men
David
In the lush Swiss countryside, single mom Judith is raising her young daughter Milla while running the family fish farm with the help of worker and friend Gabriel. The three live and labor quietly in their peaceful corner of the world. When the unexpected arrival of Gabriel’s brother threatens that tranquility, the specter of impending disaster casts a shadow over their pastoral life. When the devastation comes, it’s chilling. This taut thriller poses provocative questions about the weight of guilt, the complexity of forgiveness, and the price of redemption.
Zoe
Ben Hauser
When five friends discover a mysterious film reel that inspires their imagination, all long-awaited dreams seem to come true - even the dark ones.
Mario
Eric Kalterer
Mario, un joven jugador de fútbol, está enamorado por primera vez en la vida. Y el amor de Mario es Leon, el nuevo delantero alemán. Por si fuera poco, Leon podría representar una amenaza para las posibilidades de Mario de avanzar en la la Premier League. Pronto los miembros de su equipo descubren su relación y los rumores comienzan a extenderse. Mario se da cuenta de que el rumor pone en peligro su carrera como jugador de fútbol profesional, pero no quiere perder a Leon a ningún precio. Y tiene que tomar una decisión.
Let The Old Folks Die
Manuel
Kevin lives in a time and place where everything is permitted and accepted. He wants to rebel – but against what? A tragicomedy about youth gasping for air in a cotton-candy world. A generation seeking a reason for its malaise and a way to shed the boredom – only to discover, at most, its own emptiness. That’s no way to start a revolution. Or perhaps?