R.R. De Sousa

Private investigator Miguel Manccini investigates a wealthy woman's connection to several criminal acts, but with no leads in sight, his doubts grow until, without realizing it, the suspect takes control of his life.

As the family counts down to New Year's Eve, a young boy faces a desperate race against the clock when an unexpected digestive emergency strikes at the worst possible moment.

It doesn't matter how fast you run if the maze is in your head. In this infinite loop, a man discovers that there is no refuge from himself, nor any exit from the routine of his own mind.

Touching journey through time and memory: from the shared joy of a grandfather and his grandson playing soccer in the garden, to the heartbreaking solitude of adulthood.

A man and a woman cross paths in a building lobby while waiting for the elevator. Without uttering a single word, their internal monologues reveal their insecurities, projections, and desire to connect before the doors separate them for good.

The unsettling feeling of being watched transforms into a tangible threat in just a minute and a half.

Private investigator Miguel Manccini investigates a wealthy woman's connection to several criminal acts, but with no leads in sight, his doubts grow until, without realizing it, the suspect takes control of his life.

Private investigator Miguel Manccini investigates a wealthy woman's connection to several criminal acts, but with no leads in sight, his doubts grow until, without realizing it, the suspect takes control of his life.

Private investigator Miguel Manccini investigates a wealthy woman's connection to several criminal acts, but with no leads in sight, his doubts grow until, without realizing it, the suspect takes control of his life.

As the family counts down to New Year's Eve, a young boy faces a desperate race against the clock when an unexpected digestive emergency strikes at the worst possible moment.

It doesn't matter how fast you run if the maze is in your head. In this infinite loop, a man discovers that there is no refuge from himself, nor any exit from the routine of his own mind.

It doesn't matter how fast you run if the maze is in your head. In this infinite loop, a man discovers that there is no refuge from himself, nor any exit from the routine of his own mind.

It doesn't matter how fast you run if the maze is in your head. In this infinite loop, a man discovers that there is no refuge from himself, nor any exit from the routine of his own mind.

Touching journey through time and memory: from the shared joy of a grandfather and his grandson playing soccer in the garden, to the heartbreaking solitude of adulthood.

Touching journey through time and memory: from the shared joy of a grandfather and his grandson playing soccer in the garden, to the heartbreaking solitude of adulthood.

Touching journey through time and memory: from the shared joy of a grandfather and his grandson playing soccer in the garden, to the heartbreaking solitude of adulthood.

A man and a woman cross paths in a building lobby while waiting for the elevator. Without uttering a single word, their internal monologues reveal their insecurities, projections, and desire to connect before the doors separate them for good.

A man and a woman cross paths in a building lobby while waiting for the elevator. Without uttering a single word, their internal monologues reveal their insecurities, projections, and desire to connect before the doors separate them for good.

A man and a woman cross paths in a building lobby while waiting for the elevator. Without uttering a single word, their internal monologues reveal their insecurities, projections, and desire to connect before the doors separate them for good.

The unsettling feeling of being watched transforms into a tangible threat in just a minute and a half.

The unsettling feeling of being watched transforms into a tangible threat in just a minute and a half.

Tomás wants to find Vanessa, the girl he met on the bus. But the only thing he knows about her is her name, which makes everything harder.

What would you do if kitchen utensils seemed to haunt you with the Halloween theme song every time you picked them up?

What would you do if kitchen utensils seemed to haunt you with the Halloween theme song every time you picked them up?

What would you do if kitchen utensils seemed to haunt you with the Halloween theme song every time you picked them up?