Igor Koršič

The film explores creativity in a different, not necessarily psychoanalytic, but certainly self-purgative and self-critical way. This is a story of the creative processes of a director, screenwriter, musician and versatile artist Vinci Vogue Anžlovar. A person with a personality disorder, a witty and insightful author with borderline tendencies. Four feature films, music for his band and feature films, theatre, short films. But all this in some state of conflict – clashes with producers, slapping a minister, breaking the jaw of an actor, fits of rage, anxiety, drugs, gambling, divorces, poverty, wealth, depression, rehab...

An 86 year old lady escapes from nursing home, picks up two musicians in the process and they all drive off south to a new life in a Mercedes convertible.

A Ljubljana youth thinks his dancing skills in a club are a god sent for women. But meeting one who doesn't at all fall for his charms he starts seeing it differently. After they spend a magical night together he starts feeling something he never felt before.

In a small town where everyone knows everybody else, independent researcher Vesna is investigating the death of the director of the local radio station. Although the director evidently committed suicide, Vesna, who has uncovered evidence of a conspiracy, is convinced that he was murdered. When several of the people she has spoken to about the matter find out that the director (Milan) was Vesna's father, they become even more withdrawn about the matter. Will Vesna succeed in unraveling the mystery--despite the many warnings that she should stop trying to uncover the truth?

A portrait of the greats of Slovenian and Yugoslav documentary film, from his point of view, and that of his family and colleagues Karpo Aćimović-Godina, Jože Pogačnik and others.

A canoe trip down the river Kolpa becomes a journey of discovery for three female students.

A sentimental, delightful journey along the former railway route “Porečanka” that connected Trieste and Poreč from 1902 until 1935. Then it was dismantled and the tracks to be used in Mussolini’s war in Abyssinia but they sank in the Mediterranean – an ironic turn of history, an ideal subject for Karpo Godina, the master of tender wit.