Home, James, and Don't Spare the Horses

A tense, talky negotiation that feels like watching a pitch slowly unravel, with dry humour and quiet discomfort.

A slow-burning, claustrophobic duel of wits that grows steadily more unsettling as charm gives way to menace.

A short, wry art-world piece that plays more like a dry conversation than a story.

A cautionary tale of ambition and deceit that keeps you watching to see how far the lies will go.

A cool, controlled provocation that keeps you at a wary distance, watching art and politics collide with dry, uncomfortable wit.

A thoughtful, talky culture-clash drama that asks you to weigh ambition against heritage, with a wry smile and a sharp eye for social friction.

A wry, uneasy peek behind the gallery curtain, mixing awkward comedy with a creeping sense that the art world is stranger than it looks.

A taut, talky short that dissects power dynamics with cool precision, leaving a lingering unease.

A slow, uneasy infiltration story that keeps you tense and curious as class friction curdles into quiet menace.

A taut, cynical scramble where art becomes a prize in a game of egos and influence, keeping you leaning in to see who blinks first.

A short, sharp burst of petty rage and social friction that escalates fast and leaves a wry sting.

A wry, slow-burning Spanish comedy of manners where pride and money collide in a decaying house, amusing and quietly sad.