Sandra Reid

Two dysfunctional flatmates reveal all their inner thoughts - whether dark, stupid or embarrassing. Or, occasionally, all three...

Set in 17th century Paris, musketeers Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan are members of an elite band of soldiers who fight for what is just. They are heroes in the truest and most abiding sense – men that can be trusted and believed in to do the right thing, regardless of personal risk.

Teo Hernandez films waste and scrap found on the pavements of the streets of Paris. “Sidewalks are great subjects: garbage, objects and materials, stains, signs, are a movie subject.”

"The Red Hotel: flying car. Filmed from the backseat, images scroll at the speed of miles fleeing, forwards, backwards ... and on this road, Venice. Floating lights, gratings, bridges above, below. The city was coming out of the Red Hotel to bend under the magnifying glass and the flashlight of the projector, drunk by the narrow streets and carried by the seasickness emanating from the "flicker" which returns in waves. Venice left the Red Hotel to take another turn, detached from the previous trip, it seems to become a suite of old postcards and gives to people who pass and search at a second-hand dealer, memories of yesteryear.“

Two dysfunctional flatmates reveal all their inner thoughts - whether dark, stupid or embarrassing. Or, occasionally, all three...

Set in 17th century Paris, musketeers Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'Artagnan are members of an elite band of soldiers who fight for what is just. They are heroes in the truest and most abiding sense – men that can be trusted and believed in to do the right thing, regardless of personal risk.

"The Red Hotel: flying car. Filmed from the backseat, images scroll at the speed of miles fleeing, forwards, backwards ... and on this road, Venice. Floating lights, gratings, bridges above, below. The city was coming out of the Red Hotel to bend under the magnifying glass and the flashlight of the projector, drunk by the narrow streets and carried by the seasickness emanating from the "flicker" which returns in waves. Venice left the Red Hotel to take another turn, detached from the previous trip, it seems to become a suite of old postcards and gives to people who pass and search at a second-hand dealer, memories of yesteryear.“