Endless
A man embarks on a journey to discover his identity, navigating through overlapping realms of surreal dreams.
Directing
Arin Bunchan was born in Trang Province, Thailand. He is a film student majoring in film production with a focus on the directing department. Arin has a deep interest in exploring experimental approaches through visuals and sound, blending his personal experiences and memories into his films.
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A man embarks on a journey to discover his identity, navigating through overlapping realms of surreal dreams.
The catastrophic chaos of final-year film students desperately trying to finish their thesis project, only for...
A recording of a live performance by a group of film students at the final stage of their studies, in which the...
Our Conversation Through Video Call, Leading Her into the Realm of "Force"
An image of me at twenty-two, lying with open eyes beneath flickering lawn lights — quiet, alone.
Two men are arguing whether what they see is fog or smoke.
It all starts with him having to pitch a product to a client. The product is glasses. This turns into an action...
On a lonely night, Aaron, a guy with a heart as empty as his fridge, desperately craved a taste of true love. S...
Documentary footage capturing a real event of a film student who has just begun hurriedly editing his thesis be...
In a quiet bedroom, beneath the blanket, two men begin to talk about their fear of a ghost that haunts them, le...
Our Conversation in the Afternoon at the Park
Tomorrow, a man will direct his first feature film, but, that night, something happens.
Kua lost "P'Tum," a film history teacher whom he loved and respected. He goes to the same classroom to recall t...
Kua, a film student who shares his experiences, reasons, and ways of thinking that shaped his love for cinema,...
The Writer and the Rememberer, together they wander through a mostly deserted buildings, searching for somethin...
I find myself looking back at memories of the past, where the feelings I hold now have become nothing more than...
Fragments of a contemplative essay film drifting between memory and dream. I see an old man haunted by an elusi...