Movies: Paul Tarragó

Unable to locate the grave of Letine—19th century leader of an acrobatic cycling troupe (buried locally)—I went home and wondered. And then I made this film. Equal parts experimental animation, stylised domestic drama, and autobiography accompanied b...

A strange, epistolary and revisionist musical adaptation of Wuthering Heights written by the consumptive brother Branwell Brontë. When Branwell - the ne'er-do-well, tubercular brother of the Brontë sisters - discovered that Emily was writing her firs...

A newsletter meets home movie, made by an experimental filmmaker who was constructing a papier mâché skeleton but whose leg (the filmmaker’s) suddenly went wrong. It got fixed, but (spoiler alert) that’s just kind of incidental. Possibly a diary but ...

Prestidigitation before the age of the pixel. Very lively stop motion and open shutter piece, all done in camera – but transferred to video for ease of viewing....

A newsletter that turned into a film about hands (fast forwarding through slow times)....

The fourth episode of “The Variations,” featuring two more adverts, considerations of the future, a multiple projection spectacular in miniature, a riverine jaunt and—in all honesty—quite a lot more… (This is a special one-off version including a *bo...

It's not the bats' fault. Holed up in lockdown, I made a bat-head mask, I made a skeleton. I made a miniature wood by collecting twigs and moss from the local cemetery, scraping it off the gravestones. "Not Yet Out of the Wood" is a phrase that we ar...

A promotional vehicle with lane-changing tendencies, but both hands kept on the wheel at all times....

Work, film, work, film, work – day to day – week to week. This is a home movie domestic comedy experimental film drama. Autobiography too. It’s also part four of an ever-growing trilogy. Starting in 2003 I decided to make a series of pieces alongsid...

The director couldn’t have anticipated the coronavirus epidemic, but here is a near-future world in which a middle-class protagonist lives indoors, congratulating himself on the economic virtues of having ingested ‘animal condensed’ – an unexplained...