Marta Bassols

Mamántula is the boy everyone wants, but also a giant spider transvesting as a human, fruit of a brief encounter in the Berlin Tiergarten, in an alternate past of brutalist saunas, endless subway corridors and detectives with raincoats and hats. Each of Mamántula's lovers are a new victim of his insatiable appetite for revenge and sperm; and each victim, one more thread of the web with which he intends to apprehend the entire planet. Will Golden Dick be able to stop him? Will a couple of lovebirds with police badges get him? Or will the gay community have to step in and take the law into their own hands?

Ion used to live in Berlin. He lived there with his girlfriend Marta. He had two cameras, a 16 mm one and a video tape one. Ion used to record everything in his little universe: his room, his friends, his girlfriend, the restaurant he used to work in, his tattoos and the city landscape. One day, though, Marta left him. Now, he shoots the same spaces, but without her presence. The house is empty. A personal portrait of a city and a separation.

Three ferocious dogs keep a group of young people prisoners in the pool of a luxurious house they have snuck into, while neighbors gather at a nearby villa to celebrate the start of summer.

There are many ways to escape and many reasons to do it. Paula and Luis escape from sadness, reality and pain in their own way. Although he has decided to get off while driving and she prefers to ignore the obvious. This tragicomedy is the revealing dialogue of a conversation as surreal as it is impossible.

Málaga, 1986. An apocalyptic catastrophe destroys the old world, giving birth to a new order where disgregation disappeared. Mathius is a fashion designer, who will discover a treasure containing still some of the magic proper of the 80´s.

In 2052, a man wanders through a semi-constructed high rise, assassinating people without warning.

Back to the Future, Spain 1982: at a euphoric party, young people celebrate the election victory of the Socialist Party. López Carrasco stages the past with stunning precision and shows the future as a surprising result: well, the present.