Igor Buharov
2021Oneheadword Protection
Ivan Buharov, Kornél Szilágyi
Oneheadword Protection uses stop-motion animation techniques throughout, irrespective of whether a scene features objects, cardboard cut-outs or human bodies. This gives the film a febrile, panicky rhythm. An all-important sense of play and dressing-up runs throughout, yet the energies this 'playing' unleash are far from innocuous. (Re:Voir)
Oneheadword Protection
Az itt élő lelkek nagy része
Ivan Buharov, Igor Buharov
Ivan Buharov
The renowned anarchist teacher Count Ervin Batthyány reappears 100 years after his death. He tries to put his theories into practice again, as he realises that the world has not turned out as he had expected. He founds a new free school with the help of some like-minded people, and starts teaching a new generation who believe in solidarity and cooperation, rather than a system of oppression. But the ideal of freedom and equality awakens the same fears in the choreographers of power as it did 100 years ago. And after an encouraging start the count and his new friends come up against more and more obstacles.
Most of the Souls That Live Here
Melegvizek országa
Ivan Buharov, Kornél Szilágyi
Domokos Szabó, Orsolya Török-Illyés
The Buharovs, as the harbingers of a supra-human world, blend their instinctive cosmos with a kind of quiet poetry to lead the viewer into the Land of Warm Waters and onwards to new dimensions of storytelling.
Land of Warm Waters
Lassú tükör
Ivan Buharov, Kornél Szilágyi
Do you know what barman pours for spirits? Do you know what drink the barman pours? If your lover pours the drink, it's your destruction, If the drink is fiery, inside it brings illumination. Drink intoxication's drink, be consumed by love! A drop happily seeks its death in the ocean's water. All the world's a bar and things in it merely glasses, Our friend raises his glass for us and we pay the bill, Even wisdom is drunk, descending into stupor, Earth and heaven are drunk, and all the angels too.
Slow Mirror
Hotel Tubu
Ivan Buharov, Kornél Szilágyi
Hotel Tubu (2002) is a good introduction to the Buharov’s cinema. A relatively early work, its slapstick playfulness and improvised fancy dress party aesthetic might at first suggest a wilful exercise in absurdity for its own sake. Yet this is tempered by a rather wistful lyricism, which combines with the haunting elusiveness that accompanies the first viewing of many Buharov films, an unease not dissimilar to trying to recall a dream that only presents itself in fragments. This stems largely from trying to process the complex layers of impressions that it offers within a very condensed running time. It shows the struggle between three “cosmos workers,” beings whose task is to wait for ideas too big to be conceived by human brains to be channelled from the universe.
Hotel Tubu
