Pfeiffer

A wry, uncomfortable comedy that mines quiet desperation from the business of being laughed at.

A furious, funny rant that feels like watching a man vent at full volume for over an hour.

A scrappy, good-natured comedy that coasts on local charm and the giddy chaos of amateur filmmaking, leaving you smiling without asking much of you.

A dry, talky satire of anxious cultural insiders, more uncomfortable than funny, rewarding viewers who enjoy watching vanity and fear of obsolescence play out in conversation.

A breezy, slight musical short that plays like a light radio comedy, easy to watch and gone in a flash.

A scrappy, self-aware hangout comedy that feels like watching friends make a show about themselves and quietly fall apart.

A loose, playful sex comedy that ambles along with a wink, more silly than steamy, and easy to drift through.

A wry, gentle satire of television and bureaucracy, amusing rather than sharp, with a likable amateur at its centre.

A dry, thoughtful essay-like drama that picks apart advertising's promises, asking you to watch closely rather than get swept up.

A light, silly caper that coasts on the absurdity of a desperate scheme, easy to watch and rarely serious.

A gentle, talky stage adaptation that unfolds at a leisurely pace, relying on wit and charm rather than spectacle.

A gentle, low-key comic ramble about two earnest strivers chasing a small dream, wry rather than laugh-out-loud.