患了一种罕见失忆症的年轻的伟，正尝试从家人朋友口述回忆中努力寻回自己的过去。动荡不安中，伟发现对自己过去隐藏着的重要线索，最后决定面对后果。「雾」片随伟漂流于正处于历史的十字路口的香港，展开一场自我发现与救赎的旅程。

患了一种罕见失忆症的年轻的伟，正尝试从家人朋友口述回忆中努力寻回自己的过去。动荡不安中，伟发现对自己过去隐藏着的重要线索，最后决定面对后果。「雾」片随伟漂流于正处于历史的十字路口的香港，展开一场自我发现与救赎的旅程。

一个男人（冢本晋也 饰）从昏迷中醒来，突然发现自己置身于一间昏暗类似迷宫的房间（地下室）里，关于自己的一切完全没有头绪，记忆尽失。是幻觉，还是恶…

An ordinary day of little boy's life in a Russian countryside. He goes fishing but instead meets a father he'd never seen. This helps the boy to overcome his fears and awake his spirit. Or was it just a dream?

武汉疫情期间，一场大雾中，汉正街的人们持续着他们的生活。

向云鹿跟着妈妈嫁入段家，一见面就喜欢上了异父异母的哥哥段临舟，段临舟认为是向母做小三破坏了自己的家庭，对向母和向云鹿心生恨意，决定玩弄向云鹿的感情来报复向母，向云鹿意外得知真相，伤心欲绝，远走他乡，段临舟这才发现自己已经真的爱上了她，彻底疯狂。

A forgotten avant-garde masterpiece by a forgotten avant-garde director 　　Brumes d'automne (1929, Dimitri Kirsanoff) is the best avant-garde short film, and one of the best films of any kind, that I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. There are so many positives to it, and no negatives. It is even better than Man Ray's Le Retour à la Raison, which I previously believed to be the gold standard for the quality of experimental short films. The title translates to Autumn Mists, which the film is filled with. 　　Unlike most experimental works, Brumes features a clear protagonist. This unnamed character is played by the absolutely gorgeous Nadia Sibirskaïa. When we first meet this woman, she is burning papers in a fireplace. The papers are presumably letters from a lost love. Sibirskaïa's work here is a perfect example of how to act through body language. Through slight facial gestures and movements, she says so much more than words ever could. Her eyes tell her story for her. 　　Paul Devred's score is mesmerizing, and works perfectly with the tone of the film. It's also a very beautiful musical composition in its own right. However, the single best aspect of the film is the cinematography by Jean de Mieville. The shots that feature water remind one of what Ralph Steiner's experimental short H2O could have been, and should have been. This film should be seen by all. There is a real tragedy, far worse than the one in the film, and that tragedy is that there probably are not a thousand living people who have even heard of the film. It is a true forgotten masterpiece. I will go as far as to call it the best film of the 1920s. 　　(author: Matt McGraw (WhenTheRadiatorBurst) from Florida at imdb.com)