Shathu Entayla

In 2016, journalism student Susana Rojas disappeared without a trace while making a documentary for her end-of-career work. After several years, her project is finally uncovered.

On a single night, all the women in the world fall into a trance and abandon their cities, seemingly controlled by another woman named Sulara. Three young men will summon their courage to rescue the girlfriend of one of them.

A mysterious object appears on the sky. Only Angela knows the secret that it hides.

Two duelists face off for the love of a woman in a game of chess. A thrilling and, above all, fantastic duel, in which even the chess pieces play a significant role...

A bottle cap tournament, an old-fashioned Voldemort, a horrible woman, an unpresentable janitor, the stubborn friend, all this and more in the pilot of "Sketchiteces", an absurd humor series in the purest style of classic television sketches.

It is a phone helpline for young people who are alone or in trouble during the Covid-19 quarantine in Spain. Four telephone operators don't know what is coming.

In 2016, journalism student Susana Rojas disappeared without a trace while making a documentary for her end-of-career work. After several years, her project is finally uncovered.

A teenage boy, who could be anyone (regardless of age), decides—at his own request—to reread his diary, searching for answers without having asked any questions yet. The diary contains accounts of his relationship with Marta, his former girlfriend, and with his best friend, Alma. What would happen if the past resurfaced and could alter the future? What if the question and the answer arrived simultaneously? What if a drop of sadness fell from the sky on a cloudless, rainy day?

A teenage boy, who could be anyone (regardless of age), decides—at his own request—to reread his diary, searching for answers without having asked any questions yet. The diary contains accounts of his relationship with Marta, his former girlfriend, and with his best friend, Alma. What would happen if the past resurfaced and could alter the future? What if the question and the answer arrived simultaneously? What if a drop of sadness fell from the sky on a cloudless, rainy day?