Benjamim Gomes

参加作品

The Night of the King
Producer's Assistant
A medieval tale about a soldier and his responsibility in announcing the tragic death of the King in combat.
BLU · BLAU · BLEU · AZUL
Director
Visions of past decades haunt him. His one eye, centered in his head, swivels schizophrenic, not knowing what to focus on. Connected to the past and the future by the same cable, information overflows and metamorphoses into something timeless. Fragments, colors, images, violence, pleasure appear. The system is pushed to its limit, countdown to meltdown. Frequencies intersect, add, subtract. The RGB translation subsystem starts to focus on a single spectrum, a final electronic spasm to prevent self-destruction. 666 THz. The color spectral comparison program is started to determine the signal. Blue.
BLU · BLAU · BLEU · AZUL
Editor
Visions of past decades haunt him. His one eye, centered in his head, swivels schizophrenic, not knowing what to focus on. Connected to the past and the future by the same cable, information overflows and metamorphoses into something timeless. Fragments, colors, images, violence, pleasure appear. The system is pushed to its limit, countdown to meltdown. Frequencies intersect, add, subtract. The RGB translation subsystem starts to focus on a single spectrum, a final electronic spasm to prevent self-destruction. 666 THz. The color spectral comparison program is started to determine the signal. Blue.
BLU · BLAU · BLEU · AZUL
Producer
Visions of past decades haunt him. His one eye, centered in his head, swivels schizophrenic, not knowing what to focus on. Connected to the past and the future by the same cable, information overflows and metamorphoses into something timeless. Fragments, colors, images, violence, pleasure appear. The system is pushed to its limit, countdown to meltdown. Frequencies intersect, add, subtract. The RGB translation subsystem starts to focus on a single spectrum, a final electronic spasm to prevent self-destruction. 666 THz. The color spectral comparison program is started to determine the signal. Blue.
Our house in flames
Sound Recordist
Dawn. Through the mist, morning's early light arises. But a stronger one stands out. It's a wildfire that spreads in the distance. From her home, in the top of the mount, a worried woman faces the flames. But it's not the proximity of danger that troubles her. Inside her house, her daughter sleeps, indifferent to the smoke that enters her room.