Josef Dabernig

Sunday afternoon in Hotel Roccalba: Is this an old-age-home, a recreational facility or simply a hotel? The life of a 12-member group in the dilapidated facility leaves the question open.

Two actors in the roles of a soccer team's coach and assistant coach watch an "important" game. In many ways, "Wisla" is a highly successful excercise in the art of properly placed marks of elision.

An enlightened response to Austria's breathless cinema, a cinematic ricochet with trance flavour enhancers. Cinema which evidently appears to come from a completely different world precisely because its manner of dealing with this world is so uncompromising.

Three men, three cars and three obsessions: automatic is a rhythmical and pulsating tribute to the garage and the engine, but most of all to the car as a fetish. The hot Latin beats fill the garage with music.

Funeral ceremonies in the attic of a spooky villa. The elderly aunt gathers her great-grandnieces around a child's coffin for a funeral prayer. Folded hands, furtive glances, a rosary and a body chair are the ingredients of an eccentric children's game in which the illustrious group stumbles between intimidation, rebellion and a dangerous staircase over questions of existence.

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Sunday afternoon in Hotel Roccalba: Is this an old-age-home, a recreational facility or simply a hotel? The life of a 12-member group in the dilapidated facility leaves the question open.

Two actors in the roles of a soccer team's coach and assistant coach watch an "important" game. In many ways, "Wisla" is a highly successful excercise in the art of properly placed marks of elision.

Two actors in the roles of a soccer team's coach and assistant coach watch an "important" game. In many ways, "Wisla" is a highly successful excercise in the art of properly placed marks of elision.

An enlightened response to Austria's breathless cinema, a cinematic ricochet with trance flavour enhancers. Cinema which evidently appears to come from a completely different world precisely because its manner of dealing with this world is so uncompromising.

Three men, three cars and three obsessions: automatic is a rhythmical and pulsating tribute to the garage and the engine, but most of all to the car as a fetish. The hot Latin beats fill the garage with music.

Three men, three cars and three obsessions: automatic is a rhythmical and pulsating tribute to the garage and the engine, but most of all to the car as a fetish. The hot Latin beats fill the garage with music.

Three men, three cars and three obsessions: automatic is a rhythmical and pulsating tribute to the garage and the engine, but most of all to the car as a fetish. The hot Latin beats fill the garage with music.

Funeral ceremonies in the attic of a spooky villa. The elderly aunt gathers her great-grandnieces around a child's coffin for a funeral prayer. Folded hands, furtive glances, a rosary and a body chair are the ingredients of an eccentric children's game in which the illustrious group stumbles between intimidation, rebellion and a dangerous staircase over questions of existence.

Funeral ceremonies in the attic of a spooky villa. The elderly aunt gathers her great-grandnieces around a child's coffin for a funeral prayer. Folded hands, furtive glances, a rosary and a body chair are the ingredients of an eccentric children's game in which the illustrious group stumbles between intimidation, rebellion and a dangerous staircase over questions of existence.

No synopsis available yet.

Hotel guests look restrained, sedated in the diffuse light of the service provider’s shimmering cage. A network of joists, pilasters and fluting exposes the proverbial off-season chill in the seating arrangements. Smart-phones and tablets mask a total lack of communication.

Hotel guests look restrained, sedated in the diffuse light of the service provider’s shimmering cage. A network of joists, pilasters and fluting exposes the proverbial off-season chill in the seating arrangements. Smart-phones and tablets mask a total lack of communication.

The heavy metal detox becomes an aesthetic paraphrase on the removal of dental fillings in the latest film by Austrian artist and filmmaker Josef Dabernig.

The camera sweeps over concrete containers and rusty pipes, drinking fountains and water tanks. It shows water as an element which is lovingly cared for, has been made useful and, in the final analysis, which bonds.

Daily routine in an empty restaurant car on a long-distance train. Deserted tables, a slow-moving staff. The waiter leans at the window, unhurriedly cleaning his fingernails. The cook and the waitress bide their time patiently. Gestures of waiting. Communication no longer seems necessary, as the well-coordinated routine functions smoothly without it. Only the train´s clattering on the rails is audible - an monotonous and soothing sound. This monotony is echoed in the forced lethargy of the restaurant-car staff. It seems to be a ghost train, a train without passengers. Then the tableau comes alive as if wakened by an inaudible signal. The three figures begin to sweep and wipe: The car must be cleaned thoroughly before it reaches the terminus.

Daily routine in an empty restaurant car on a long-distance train. Deserted tables, a slow-moving staff. The waiter leans at the window, unhurriedly cleaning his fingernails. The cook and the waitress bide their time patiently. Gestures of waiting. Communication no longer seems necessary, as the well-coordinated routine functions smoothly without it. Only the train´s clattering on the rails is audible - an monotonous and soothing sound. This monotony is echoed in the forced lethargy of the restaurant-car staff. It seems to be a ghost train, a train without passengers. Then the tableau comes alive as if wakened by an inaudible signal. The three figures begin to sweep and wipe: The car must be cleaned thoroughly before it reaches the terminus.

Daily routine in an empty restaurant car on a long-distance train. Deserted tables, a slow-moving staff. The waiter leans at the window, unhurriedly cleaning his fingernails. The cook and the waitress bide their time patiently. Gestures of waiting. Communication no longer seems necessary, as the well-coordinated routine functions smoothly without it. Only the train´s clattering on the rails is audible - an monotonous and soothing sound. This monotony is echoed in the forced lethargy of the restaurant-car staff. It seems to be a ghost train, a train without passengers. Then the tableau comes alive as if wakened by an inaudible signal. The three figures begin to sweep and wipe: The car must be cleaned thoroughly before it reaches the terminus.

No synopsis available yet.

A journey by car into the no man´s land of the Garden of Eden.

Short film about a rocket launch and Eastern European rap.

Short film about a rocket launch and Eastern European rap.