影片讲述了一个离奇的真实故事。新疆的商人熊仕玉多年前从意大利购回一幅古画，这画可能是世上仅存的一幅莎士比亚的肖像画。2005年，英国国家肖像馆发起 “寻找莎士比亚”的活动，当时肖像馆要从历来被认为是莎士比亚的六幅肖像画中找出真正的“莎士比亚”。中国新疆的苜蓿老板熊仕玉获知此事，想起了自己收藏的那幅莎士比亚肖像画。为什么真正的莎士比亚不可能是他？熊仕玉立志做当代的堂吉诃德，从意大利的古董店到英国伦敦拜访国家肖像馆，再到莎翁故乡，熊仕玉踏上了“寻找莎翁之旅”。

影片讲述了一个离奇的真实故事。新疆的商人熊仕玉多年前从意大利购回一幅古画，这画可能是世上仅存的一幅莎士比亚的肖像画。2005年，英国国家肖像馆发起 “寻找莎士比亚”的活动，当时肖像馆要从历来被认为是莎士比亚的六幅肖像画中找出真正的“莎士比亚”。中国新疆的苜蓿老板熊仕玉获知此事，想起了自己收藏的那幅莎士比亚肖像画。为什么真正的莎士比亚不可能是他？熊仕玉立志做当代的堂吉诃德，从意大利的古董店到英国伦敦拜访国家肖像馆，再到莎翁故乡，熊仕玉踏上了“寻找莎翁之旅”。

The title of Miguel Gomes' début film is derived from the expression: 'Until the age of thirty, you have the face that God gave you, after that you have the face you deserve.' Himself having just reached thirty, Gomes embroiders forth on this theme and works it into an idiosyncratic, humorous and fascinating film; the universe with a logic all of its own. Because what about the protagonist Francisco? It's his birthday and he's turning thirty. He's not very happy, wearing his cowboy suit at a school party, surrounded by children that irritate him. But not wanting to grow older is no reason to be as annoying as Francisco... Then the action moves to a fantasy world where seven strange little men live. It's the space where Francisco tries to wrestle himself free from his childishness. Gomes: 'The seven characters are like Snow White's seven dwarfs. But they are also seven childish sides of Francisco's character. He shall have to settle up with them one by one to grow up.' The Face You Deserve is beautifully and attractively made in all respects, from the casting and soundtrack to the setting where Francisco's sublimated catharsis from being a child takes place. The result is an intriguing fairy-tale about the end of an endless childhood.

The title of Miguel Gomes' début film is derived from the expression: 'Until the age of thirty, you have the face that God gave you, after that you have the face you deserve.' Himself having just reached thirty, Gomes embroiders forth on this theme and works it into an idiosyncratic, humorous and fascinating film; the universe with a logic all of its own. Because what about the protagonist Francisco? It's his birthday and he's turning thirty. He's not very happy, wearing his cowboy suit at a school party, surrounded by children that irritate him. But not wanting to grow older is no reason to be as annoying as Francisco... Then the action moves to a fantasy world where seven strange little men live. It's the space where Francisco tries to wrestle himself free from his childishness. Gomes: 'The seven characters are like Snow White's seven dwarfs. But they are also seven childish sides of Francisco's character. He shall have to settle up with them one by one to grow up.' The Face You Deserve is beautifully and attractively made in all respects, from the casting and soundtrack to the setting where Francisco's sublimated catharsis from being a child takes place. The result is an intriguing fairy-tale about the end of an endless childhood.

I Do Not Know What It Is I Am Like 　　includes the following chapters: 　　Il Corpo Scuro (The Dark Body) 　　The Language of the Birds 　　The Night of Sense 　　Stunned by the Drum 　　The Living Flame 　　An epic journey in five chapters, I Do Not Know What It Is I Am Like is a personal investigation into the inner states and connections to animal consciousness we all possess. In a stream of images of striking clarity, depth and beauty, woven within a subtle fabric of natural sound, Bill Viola evokes a timeless view of the natural world and our place in it. This is a major contribution to contemporary video art that masterfully speaks to us in the inner language of subjective thoughts and collective memories. 　　Bill Viola and Kira Perov gathered images for this video work over a period of two years. In the course of their travels they spent several weeks with a freely roaming herd of buffalo in Wind Cave National Park, South Dakota, recorded a time-lapse sequence beside a glacial lake in the Canadian Rocky Mountains, and attended a week-long firewalking ritual at a Hindu Temple on the island of Fiji. During This time, Viola was also artist-in-residence at the San Diego Zoo.

狐妖白逍借用灵珠闭关修炼，只差几天便可功德圆满，却被冒失少女夏葵一跤跌在他身上。白逍不仅修炼被打断，还被当萨摩耶送到宠物医院。宝贵灵珠，亦被夏葵拿走，打算摆到她的淘宝小店上当假古董卖。白逍追到小葵家，灵珠竟以小葵做了宿主，他欲杀夏葵而夺珠，却被夏葵做的红烧肉诱惑。而此时，白逍眼前的世界越来越让他惊奇，不仅红烧肉前所未见，还有电灯，微波炉，完全在其经验之外。原来白逍竟是一只唐朝的狐狸精，一觉醒来，人间已变成现代社会。这就是唐朝妖法遇到现代科技，纵使高冷范儿十足的白逍也露惊慌相。小葵看出他的疑惧和好奇，趁机骗得几日活命时间，以向单恋的学长表白。但令这对啼笑皆非冤家怎么也想不到的是，灵珠现世，竟悄然激活了冰冷都市丛林中无数匪夷所思的奇异妖灵，纷纷前来搅扰。为保灵珠不被抢走，白逍被迫当起小葵的贴身保镖。一个冷面唐朝狐少年，一个呆萌贪财少女，被迫生活在一起，经历这大都市中最诡异的阴谋以及最暖心的情感。

狐妖白逍借用灵珠闭关修炼，只差几天便可功德圆满，却被冒失少女夏葵一跤跌在他身上。白逍不仅修炼被打断，还被当萨摩耶送到宠物医院。宝贵灵珠，亦被夏葵拿走，打算摆到她的淘宝小店上当假古董卖。白逍追到小葵家，灵珠竟以小葵做了宿主，他欲杀夏葵而夺珠，却被夏葵做的红烧肉诱惑。而此时，白逍眼前的世界越来越让他惊奇，不仅红烧肉前所未见，还有电灯，微波炉，完全在其经验之外。原来白逍竟是一只唐朝的狐狸精，一觉醒来，人间已变成现代社会。这就是唐朝妖法遇到现代科技，纵使高冷范儿十足的白逍也露惊慌相。小葵看出他的疑惧和好奇，趁机骗得几日活命时间，以向单恋的学长表白。但令这对啼笑皆非冤家怎么也想不到的是，灵珠现世，竟悄然激活了冰冷都市丛林中无数匪夷所思的奇异妖灵，纷纷前来搅扰。为保灵珠不被抢走，白逍被迫当起小葵的贴身保镖。一个冷面唐朝狐少年，一个呆萌贪财少女，被迫生活在一起，经历这大都市中最诡异的阴谋以及最暖心的情感。

《Bravo My Life》讲述了电视台助理导演、准备七年还未能出道的演员，以及在电视台目中无人的绝对掌权者之间的故事。延政勋将在剧中饰演电视剧PD申东宇，郑柔美则将饰演一直未能升职的助理导演河度娜，显祐将在剧中饰演准备7年都未能出道的演员金范宇。

1997, 75 min., colour, BETACAM SP, Stereo 　　The Japan Foundation, North Foundation, Pandora Co., Ltd (Japan) 　　Special thanks to Hiroko Kodjima 　　scenario: A. Sokurov 　　camera: A. Fedorov 　　sound: S. Moshkov 　　editor: L. Semenova 　　“My journey to your sorrowful country cannot finish… even here in Russia. 　　I can't part with feelings which have captured me… as if my soul had been in search of Beauty and Kindness. If not — what for have I deserved this gift, this meeting… 　　I have arrived in the twilight. The noise of the wind and my tiredness didn't let me fall asleep. 　　I was lying on the floor, there was a small lamp at my head, the bedding had been thrown over the mat. 　　I don't know why, but I began to think about the war, and the scenes of unknown life appeared before me from the past… or, perhaps, from the future; Somebody’s children… somebody's mothers… 　　The summer was warm… 　　Then the morning came, windy, cold and sunny… I examined the house cautiously. It was empty… 　　Then, I remember, I turned back, having heard a creak. 　　It seemed she had not yet noticed me… I decided to come nearer. 　　I can remember well enough, how everything became interesting: walls, utensils, wind, light, sounds — all her life. 　　We agreed that she would let me stay near her all the time All the hours and minutes that I could spend in her old house. I sat near her with her permission. And it was really necessary: I could contem­plate her to my heart's content.” 　　Alexander Sokurov (from the author's text to the film) 　　A myth about lost harmony, which is always with us, though we often cannot feel it, is further developed in this film by Alexander Sokurov. The material used here is concrete and, at first sight, quite fit for TV. The whole work is unhurried and detailed report from an old solitary house, lost in the mountains, in the village of Aska, prefecture Nara, Japan, where an old woman, whose name is Umeno Matshueshi, lives alone. But filmmaker's creative task is quite opposed to the TV information stream. It is not only because this subject, this person couldn't be of any interest for any TV crew in any country (and least of all, perhaps, in modern Japan). 　　Sokurov's camera doesn't watch this character, doesn’t ask any questions, doesn’t surprise her, but extracts uninterrupted poetical image out of the trivial details of this physical reality, out of this extinct life and daily routine. The image is epic and lyrical at the same time. Refined simplicity of Japanese landscape, interior, a series of portraits are not a representation of “couleur local,” but only the sign of ideal technique of the ideal description, allowing to enter this life. The woman, who remains silent throughout the whole film, cooking and eating, kindling the fire and sewing, giving alms and combing her hair before us, recites in the final poem as a prayer: artless and sorrowful tanku about loneliness, about the constancy of losses and gainings. Sokurov shoots this unexpected stroke in his personage's portrait as a lyrical coda of his work.

1997, 75 min., colour, BETACAM SP, Stereo 　　The Japan Foundation, North Foundation, Pandora Co., Ltd (Japan) 　　Special thanks to Hiroko Kodjima 　　scenario: A. Sokurov 　　camera: A. Fedorov 　　sound: S. Moshkov 　　editor: L. Semenova 　　“My journey to your sorrowful country cannot finish… even here in Russia. 　　I can't part with feelings which have captured me… as if my soul had been in search of Beauty and Kindness. If not — what for have I deserved this gift, this meeting… 　　I have arrived in the twilight. The noise of the wind and my tiredness didn't let me fall asleep. 　　I was lying on the floor, there was a small lamp at my head, the bedding had been thrown over the mat. 　　I don't know why, but I began to think about the war, and the scenes of unknown life appeared before me from the past… or, perhaps, from the future; Somebody’s children… somebody's mothers… 　　The summer was warm… 　　Then the morning came, windy, cold and sunny… I examined the house cautiously. It was empty… 　　Then, I remember, I turned back, having heard a creak. 　　It seemed she had not yet noticed me… I decided to come nearer. 　　I can remember well enough, how everything became interesting: walls, utensils, wind, light, sounds — all her life. 　　We agreed that she would let me stay near her all the time All the hours and minutes that I could spend in her old house. I sat near her with her permission. And it was really necessary: I could contem­plate her to my heart's content.” 　　Alexander Sokurov (from the author's text to the film) 　　A myth about lost harmony, which is always with us, though we often cannot feel it, is further developed in this film by Alexander Sokurov. The material used here is concrete and, at first sight, quite fit for TV. The whole work is unhurried and detailed report from an old solitary house, lost in the mountains, in the village of Aska, prefecture Nara, Japan, where an old woman, whose name is Umeno Matshueshi, lives alone. But filmmaker's creative task is quite opposed to the TV information stream. It is not only because this subject, this person couldn't be of any interest for any TV crew in any country (and least of all, perhaps, in modern Japan). 　　Sokurov's camera doesn't watch this character, doesn’t ask any questions, doesn’t surprise her, but extracts uninterrupted poetical image out of the trivial details of this physical reality, out of this extinct life and daily routine. The image is epic and lyrical at the same time. Refined simplicity of Japanese landscape, interior, a series of portraits are not a representation of “couleur local,” but only the sign of ideal technique of the ideal description, allowing to enter this life. The woman, who remains silent throughout the whole film, cooking and eating, kindling the fire and sewing, giving alms and combing her hair before us, recites in the final poem as a prayer: artless and sorrowful tanku about loneliness, about the constancy of losses and gainings. Sokurov shoots this unexpected stroke in his personage's portrait as a lyrical coda of his work.