FRI JUN 26 - 9pm
MULTIMEIOS AUDITORIUM

Clube do Tricot by Diogo Abrantes & João Rito | PRT | 5’
Miguel, a delivery guy, drops off red yarn at a knitting club run by three overly eager grannies. When they insist he stays for tea, he discovers they take their craft very seriously, and that he's about to become their latest masterpiece.

Olhos, Olhos, Nariz, Boca by Sofia Santa-Rita | PRT | 16’

NABIA by Sabrina D. Marques | PRT | 15’
Based on the legend of NABIA, the goddess of rivers and waters in Galician-Portuguese mythology, a wordless allegorical narrative unfolds, celebrating the integration of human cycles into natural cycles.

Aprender a Ver by José Freitas | PRT | 12’
A filmmaker seeks to understand his older brother's passion and fascination with cars, documenting various spaces where the machine influences the social dynamics. An approach that seeks to humanise a community that is often stigmatised, but deeply rooted in its search for belonging and personal expression. An attempt to transform a reason for family estrangement into a motivation for reconnection.

Not Even The Sun by Andrea Marcelino | PRT, CAN | 9’
Not Even The Sun is an intimate portrait of a young woman experiencing the deterioration of a relationship in a foreign land. Told from the perspective of the female protagonist (Deragh Campbell), a young Canadian woman's precarious life situation and the rising tension between her and her boyfriend (Santiago Blanco Choya) finally reach a breaking point in rural Spain.

TGX by André Senra Azevedo | PRT | 8’
After the Carnation Revolution, Portugal became a democracy and opened to the world. One of the consequences was the importation of erotic and pornographic films. This documentary tells the story of how these films made their way to Gil Vicente Theater, an iconic movie theater in Barcelos.

My bed is a prison by Joanna Nepheli da Silva Stamoulis | PRT, DEU | 14’
During the months of October to December 2024, a CCTV camera was filming my every movement as I lay in bed. Slowly, the bed, a symbol of comfort and safety, became my way of hiding from the world and erasing who I was. But no one can hide forever.