The last thing that somehow preserves the appearance of the unity of the director's family is the apartment on the ground floor in Jerusalem. A lot has been experienced here, here recent St. Petersburg residents fought together with the ordeals of emigration, a grandson grew up here. But the family broke up, each of its members found their new way in their new homeland. And now it is not clear what to do with the old apartment, it is so difficult to refuse it, too much is connected with it. And its residents still have too much in common with each other.
The year is 1895. Steam-powered ships fly through the air. Clockwork robots have replaced servants. And a grisly murder has taken place in the dark night of New York City.
A family gathers for a happy reunion and marriage announcement on Christmas Day at an isolated mansion in the Philippine mountains only to encounter a series of bizarre, demonic, and tragic events.
Before Nike, and Adidas, there was the Hi-Jo! Here is a Brooklyn tale set back in the day about a young Italian-American shoemaker (Frank) on the verge of greatness.
The story is set some time in the past, or maybe some time in the future. Given a time-frame, we would say somewhere between the American moonwalk, and Coca- Cola's serious ambition to turn the moon into an advertising logo.
Two guys, Nick and Dylan, set out to steal a gigantic diamond buried in the basement of a church. As the duo bumbles their way through their plans, they find that the people they’re trying to dupe are actually what they both need —quirky, chaotic, and imperfect, but loving and lovable… the family they’ve been looking for.
