Disruptiva Films

Valeria's joy at becoming a first-time mother is quickly taken away when she's cursed by a sinister entity. As danger closes in, she's forced deeper into a chilling world of dark magic that threatens to consume her.

This documentary weaves together two stories of disappearance: that of Atzin Molina, my high school friend who vanished in 2019, and that of Atzin, the Totonac rain deity, believed lost or dead amid the oil-driven devastation of Veracruz, Mexico. Through these two figures who share a name—one human, the other divine—the film traces a landscape of absence, where grief, ecological violence, and spiritual erosion become inseparable.

Cara de Ángel's sexuality is about to explode. His masculinity is constantly being tested, threatened by Colorete and the pack from his neighborhood. To prove his manhood, he joins a robbery; however, driven by his hormones and his attraction to Gabriela and Johnny, a punk singer, his plans will change.

Dolores wakes up in Luis's house with no memory of how she got there, and Luis is equally puzzled. As they investigate, they uncover the shocking truth that Dolores died 50 years ago. Something magical has brought her to the present, compelling them to discover the deeper bond they share beyond blood.

When a skeptical young woman, who is not a fan of horror movies, gets lost in the forest, she seeks refuge in a shelter, worried that someone or something is stalking her. It doesn't take long for the elements within it to further concern her. Creaking sounds, thunder, a very strange caretaker, and incessant phone calls make her question the terrifying reality she now finds herself in.

Through intimate narrations and evocative imagery, women across the Dominican Republic reflect on their experiences with forced motherhood and clandestine abortion. What does it mean to exist as a woman in a country where abortion remains criminalized without exception?

The Oil in My Blood, written as a fable to my daughter Mar, reimagines an oil platform as a sea monster confronting a mermaid. It reflects on promises of progress, Pemex’s exploitation, and Tabasco’s poisoned waters, where families endure precarious labor. Through memory and metaphor, it exposes how sacrifice sustains livelihoods while threatening land, sea, and future generations.

The sun’s passage over the zenith heralds the first rains, and the ritual opens the gates to sidereal time—a temporal flow that dissolves the boundary between past and present amidst the intricate paths of a territory where hallucination and memory weave bridges between human beings and gods.

Mixtec-Zapotec antiquity reverberates in an instant. Their ancient voices whisper the memory of time and invoke deities that reveal deep secrets etched in stone. Quartz Deities is a look at the ungraspable, a liminal window that leads to mineral memories where the apparent univocal directionality of time is interrupted, diluted with the forces of nature and the cosmos.