Broadcasting Myself
2011 · 11m · España
Directed by Miguel A. Trudu
Genres: drama, experimental, surrealism
Tones: contemplative, dark, surreal
Miguel Ángel falls into an obsessive dynamic of television consumption until the boundaries between fiction and his reality blur and his perception of his surroundings changes.
Picked by Felix
The scouts
Here's a film that doesn't just blur fiction and reality—it lets TV colonize a man's consciousness until you can't tell which one's eating the other, and most festivals would've smoothed those edges down to something digestible; Trudu refuses to let you feel safe in either space.
A taut study in the grammar of spectatorship that situates itself between Kieślowski's video-obsessed meditations and contemporary post-internet fragmentation—the editing rhythm mirrors the protagonist's splintering attention, each cut a smaller screen within the screen.
The decision to keep us *inside* Miguel Ángel's distorted perception rather than observing it from outside transforms what could've been a PSA about screen addiction into something genuinely disorienting—one formal choice, and suddenly an 11-minute piece about passive consumption becomes an active trap we're complicit in.