The Retrospective programme centres and celebrates the film work of trailblazing Caribbean makers. For TTFF/25 we honour Trinidad and Tobago/Canada filmmaker, Richard Fung.
Form cracks. Intimacies misbehave. What doesn’t fit gets louder. What doesn’t bend, breaks back.
Not a return. Not a beginning, but the sound of our island that’s still here
Memory doesn’t always arrive whole, sometimes it’s passed down in sketches, stitches, and scraps of unfinished stories. These films trace artistic legacies through hands, homes, and histories, revealing how creation becomes a form of kinship, showing us us how inheritance gets reassembled in the wake of rupture.
A star child, a forest spirit, a goat on a quest, nothing here stays ordinary for long. These tales open portals through difference, and fear, where magic isn’t an escape, but a way to face the world. Wonder is serious business.
The Retrospective programme centres and celebrates the film work of trailblazing Caribbean makers. For TTFF/25 we honour Trinidad and Tobago/Canada filmmaker, Richard Fung.
Play isn’t an escape - it’s how you fight back, stitch joy into the cracks, and turn survival into style. Skating, bubbling, strutting, remembering, each act a form of improvisation, a claim to space, a refusal to vanish. From carnival queens to shuttered community centers, this is play as pulse, protest, and possibility.
They weren’t written in, so they write themselves back. Across borders, timelines, and bloodlines, these works hold the line between silence and citation
What we bury, what we carry, what waits across the sea. Home flickers between places and people, between distance and return.
What we bury, what we carry, what waits across the sea. Home flickers between places and people, between distance and return.
Short films from student filmmakers around the Caribbean.
Rooted in local knowledge, and sharpened against systems that mistake extraction for progress. This is land reclaimed as method, as memory, as future.
Orishas ride the tide. Trees speak in tongues. Flesh and bone, moving with the breath of ancestors and the pull of root systems older than written word. The body leans in. Our breath collective. The land holds us.