
Film Archive


A child beams with joy at his balloon. Not for long, because the round red friend on the line has some mean ideas of his own about how to play with the little cutie. Don Hertzfeldt’s classic of black humoured drawn animation.

Even in its rebellious youth, cartoon already tested its boundaries and freedom. In 1919, Earl Hurd drew the serial character Bobby Bumps and his dog Fido.


Archives are tirelessly fighting against the age-related decay of film stock. Chemical processes produce blisters and crystal carpets in the emulsion.

A country on its way to becoming a police state: a journey through the US featuring astonishing material about the military industrial complex that’s behind the shootings of black people.

“Climax Fables presents” the fantasy world of an unknown artist from the Roaring Twenties. Eveready Harton has adventures with wife, rival and pet.

Radioactivity is invisible – but omnipresent around Fukushima. An activist fighting a losing battle, a Tepco engineer and a young horse breeder between normality and shock.

Destini’s brother is young and black, like countless other often innocent prison inmates in the U.S. All the words and lines of this story made up of 10,000 single frames speak of both a distressing individual fate and active solidarity.

Refusing to be tamed, rejecting the “fancy job” in the art world and taking on the big advertising agencies? MissMe shows us how to do it.

Film was long considered a medium of mass education in which talking heads explained the world. Cathy Joritz gleefully scratches the surface of these claims of authority, etching playful visual comments into the emulsion.

A film of unfulfilled dreams. Naomi Uman removed the objects of desire from a 1970s porn movie. Using nail polish remover and bleach, she made the women’s bodies invisible, frame by frame. What’s left is a phantom.

“I got love for the underdog.” Boots Riley is not a capitalist for he knows the seamy side of the land of opportunity.

The American prison system as economic factor and part of everyday life.

Nowhere else is death celebrated as joyfully and in such baroque fashion as in Mexico. It’s the same in the New York borough of Queens, where migrants celebrate the annual Day of the Death.