Henrique Spencer

Greasy hair; grooved and unshaven face; emanating alcohol fumes. Raúl just doesn't care anymore. In the opening scene of Death Inhabits at Night, the unemployed writer pours himself another glass of cheap wine as an upstairs neighbour leaps to his death. His girlfriend is clearly more upset by the incident. A little later, she finds a letter by the door reminding them to pay the rent or be evicted. Raúl shrugs and suggests going back to bed. But all of this dismissiveness changes following a meeting with a troubled young girl.

Cellphones have become an extension of the human being. They store memories, commitments and secrets. Some might say that the energy swap with said object goes beyond our material plane of existence.

Julius discovers that one of the photos in his collection holds more than a mere record of past moments.

Greasy hair; grooved and unshaven face; emanating alcohol fumes. Raúl just doesn't care anymore. In the opening scene of Death Inhabits at Night, the unemployed writer pours himself another glass of cheap wine as an upstairs neighbour leaps to his death. His girlfriend is clearly more upset by the incident. A little later, she finds a letter by the door reminding them to pay the rent or be evicted. Raúl shrugs and suggests going back to bed. But all of this dismissiveness changes following a meeting with a troubled young girl.

Cellphones have become an extension of the human being. They store memories, commitments and secrets. Some might say that the energy swap with said object goes beyond our material plane of existence.

Cellphones have become an extension of the human being. They store memories, commitments and secrets. Some might say that the energy swap with said object goes beyond our material plane of existence.

Cellphones have become an extension of the human being. They store memories, commitments and secrets. Some might say that the energy swap with said object goes beyond our material plane of existence.

Julius discovers that one of the photos in his collection holds more than a mere record of past moments.