Imanol Ortiz López

Set in the near future against the backdrop of widespread looting and societal collapse, the couple formed by Esther and Tomás and their daughter Say move to their summer house so they can promptly sell it and then flee from their country to France, drawing attention from a ring of voyeurs of real-life torture streamed on the dark web.

During a boring visit to her grandmother's house, Cárol discovers a unique doll to kill time with. But she soon realizes that, in that house, she isn't the only one who knows how to have fun.

An extremely patient man shares a sleeping car on a overnight express train with a complete hypochondriac. Anxious for his berth mate to reveal any habits which might disturb his delicate sleep, the neurotic man subjects the other to an absurd interrogation.

When a baby cries, it must be fed. A good mother would not let the child starve to death. A good father would not want to kill it.

Run, go to the trash can at the end of the corridor, there's a bag inside, open it. The elevator ride takes two minutes and the man cannot make it to the car alive.

Set in a bespoke toy shop, Imanol Ortiz López’s new short film is skin-crawling nightmare fuel bathed in vintage Kodachrome transfixion, calculated to the microsecond, honed to haunt and mortify.

Set in the near future against the backdrop of widespread looting and societal collapse, the couple formed by Esther and Tomás and their daughter Say move to their summer house so they can promptly sell it and then flee from their country to France, drawing attention from a ring of voyeurs of real-life torture streamed on the dark web.

During a boring visit to her grandmother's house, Cárol discovers a unique doll to kill time with. But she soon realizes that, in that house, she isn't the only one who knows how to have fun.

An extremely patient man shares a sleeping car on a overnight express train with a complete hypochondriac. Anxious for his berth mate to reveal any habits which might disturb his delicate sleep, the neurotic man subjects the other to an absurd interrogation.

An extremely patient man shares a sleeping car on a overnight express train with a complete hypochondriac. Anxious for his berth mate to reveal any habits which might disturb his delicate sleep, the neurotic man subjects the other to an absurd interrogation.

An extremely patient man shares a sleeping car on a overnight express train with a complete hypochondriac. Anxious for his berth mate to reveal any habits which might disturb his delicate sleep, the neurotic man subjects the other to an absurd interrogation.

When a baby cries, it must be fed. A good mother would not let the child starve to death. A good father would not want to kill it.

When a baby cries, it must be fed. A good mother would not let the child starve to death. A good father would not want to kill it.

Run, go to the trash can at the end of the corridor, there's a bag inside, open it. The elevator ride takes two minutes and the man cannot make it to the car alive.

Run, go to the trash can at the end of the corridor, there's a bag inside, open it. The elevator ride takes two minutes and the man cannot make it to the car alive.

Set in a bespoke toy shop, Imanol Ortiz López’s new short film is skin-crawling nightmare fuel bathed in vintage Kodachrome transfixion, calculated to the microsecond, honed to haunt and mortify.

Set in a bespoke toy shop, Imanol Ortiz López’s new short film is skin-crawling nightmare fuel bathed in vintage Kodachrome transfixion, calculated to the microsecond, honed to haunt and mortify.

A disorienting game of chess and tale of vengeance plays out as a under duress woman must play her part in stopping a man from reaching his car alive.

They jumped on the road and were crushed under the car wheels. When she was a little girl she could see them by the car's lights on the summer nights. Now, years later, a weird revenge sensation is in her nightmares. Paula tells a psychologist of her fear of locusts while protecting her unborn child from a faceless threat.