Here you can find various films and exercises I’ve worked on. Most of these videos were filmed on iPhone.

Hakuna Matata

Description

As an exercise for a Directing class we were required to take any scene and shoot it ourselves however we wanted to. I chose this scene from “You’re the Worst” season 2, episode 7 and chose to shoot it in a single take. I wanted to change the dynamic a bit so I decided to change the couple from a man and woman to two men.

Paths to Death: A Choose Your Own Adventure Short Film

I took a horror film course and we all got a chance to make a horror short. I wanted to try out an idea I had that was inspired by people that complain about the protagonist’s choices in a horror film. I wanted to give the audience a chance to make the choices like in “Choose Your Own Adventure” books, which I loved to read as a kid. Little did I know that less than a year later Netflix would release “Bandersnatch.”

Chili

This is another film to come out of the horror class. Although I did not write or direct, I did edit it. This was the first film in the '“Chiliverse,” which “Paths to Death” is a prequel of.

Chili 2: Electric Boogaloo

This was filmed as an exercise for a directing class. The requirement was to shoot an action scene and I used the opportunity to add on to the “Chiliverse” that me and my friends had started in the horror class.

Kalemegdan Fortress

This film was created for the “Once Upon the Balkans” writing and visual arts initiative and competition organized by the Balkan Writers Project. It all started with creative writers creating a short story or poem and then filmmakers adapting those works into a 2 to 3 minute film. I chose the story “Kalemegdan Fortress” for two reasons: 1) I liked the story and 2) I knew Kalemegdan Fortress would be great to film in for a spooky story since it’s filled with so many dark corners.

The story was written by Branka Knežević. You can read it below.

Kalemegdan Fortress

Shadows danced on the walls of decades old stone as a young man made his way around the fortress. Kelin had always been interested in archaeological sites. “They have history,” he’d say, “and history means soul.” So he waited, until there was nothing more to see than the occasional lost man, carrying a flask and singing songs about a woman who broke his heart.

“I wonder how many people died here…” he whispered to himself with great admiration.

“You can’t even imagine.” The dark hissed back.

He was alone, he made sure of it before entering the restricted section. Delirious in fear of the unseen, Kelin pressed his back against the wall, unable to move.

“Who’s there?” he squealed and cursed himself immediately afterwards. He didn’t want to know, but it was too late. The temperature dropped and for a second he thought there was a figure, beaten and starved and old and weak, crawling towards him. He closed his eyes and prayed to God it would all go away. But there was no God in the fortress that night, only tortured souls and a deep voice that wrapped around all of his senses as it spoke.

“You shouldn’t play in the dark.”