Randy Kelly

My “Indian” Name is a one-hour documentary that takes a look at how having their traditional names stripped away from them has impacted Indigenous peoples. Without their original names, people are often left trying to find how they fit in this world. Luckily today, steps are being taken to reclaim their basic right to their true names.

퀘백 90년대 후반, 작은 모호크 공동체 마을에서 아빠 없이, 엄마 수잔, 언니 헤더, 동생 아이비와 같이 살고 있다. 수잔과 헤더가 사춘기로 인해 서로 말 다툼이 점점 잦아질 무렵 어느 날 헤더가 백인 소년와 함께 사라지고 만다. 아이비와 수잔은 최소한의 단서를 가지고 헤더를 찾기 위해 원치 않는 여행을 떠난다. 계속해서 헤더의 행방을 찾기 위해 아이비와 여러 곳을 향하는데, 이를 통해서 아이비와 수잔은 전보다 가까워지게 된다.

A a psychological drama about Lydia, a young Innu woman who works at her father’s convenience store in a small First Nations community in rural Quebec. One night, as she prepares to close up shop, a masked robber enters the store and holds her at gunpoint. This traumatic experience becomes even more troubling when Lydia recognizes her assailant. Before long, she will have to make a decision that will forever change the course of her life.

From the shadows of the majestic Pamir Mountains of Tajikistan comes a story of Azam, a shepherd and Buzkashi champion, who faces the pressures of modernization in the sport and in his own personal life. Azam plays as an individual for honor and integrity, but his success is increasingly thwarted by organized alliances, or "mafias", encouraged by his rival Khurshed, a member of Tajikistan's nouveau riche. Khurshed believes that team play is the future of the sport. Between challenges on the field and within his own family, Azam tries to find a place for himself in the new Tajikistan. Written by Najeeb Mirza

This documentary takes a look at the reality that faces a last generation status Indian as she tries to hold on to her culture after the recent passing of her main native reference, her Grand-father. « Because of the Indian Act I am forced into letting go of who I am and accepting that I am probably the last Indian in my family lineage. Although I always had uncertainties and questions about my true belonging to the Mohawk culture and my ties to my community, I've never felt as culturally empty as I do now. Even if I always knew that I was a last generation Indian, I never felt that I needed to justify or explain who I was because my Grand-father was Mohawk, which in turn granted me that right. With his death, my heart and my roots seem to have slipped further away. » Last Call Indian begins where the life of Morris Bonspille ends.