Glaswegian comic short film about a couple who accidentally kill a drug dealer while trying to raise the funds for a deposit on a house. Made by a bunch of pals on a budget of £2.50. Nice to see the city on screen.

A hand-drawn animation about a man having an existential crisis about his job. He is supposed to check for leaks in the water system by running taps, but must assign any findings over to plumbers to fix. The impotence and frustration of his job gets to him. A short film about the atomisation and alienation of labour.

Unbelievably sweet short film about two guys making friends.

Frank is a clueless American tourist who has brought a rolling suitcase to go camping in the snowy forest around Oslo. Luckily Thorir is on hand to point out to him that he’s trying to set up camp in the centre of a lake, which might not end well. The Icelandic guy is a big Bruce Springsteen fan so takes an interest in the American.

Thorir comes off in that slightly eccentric Scandi way, while Frank has that typically sunny and chill American vibe. Together they hang out, talk shit, throw snowballs, and eventually find a decent place to camp.

Just beautifully sweet and gentle.

A pissing contest between two middle-aged cyclists descends into a dance-off. However, no matter how much money you sink into your toys, you will never be young or cool again. Lol.

Comedy short film about a couple who, while slobbing out in front of Mario Kart, are visited by their future selves trying to change their future. A twist on the usual sci-fi trope, it shows that having no idea what you’re doing is not necessarily confined to your 20s.

A surrealist experimental animation about a woman’s relationship with her boobs. In the short film, boobs are detachable, transferable, photocopyable. They grow on trees and are sold in shops.

The film runs through the lifecycle of breasts, as the filmmaker has experienced them. They start as balled up pieces of paper, which unfurl on her chest into black-and-white cut-outs of adult breasts. She feels embarrassment about them, jumping out the window when a sound startles her in the shower. She has envy for others, swapping boobs with another woman in the street to try them out.

As she starts to become aware of their use in attracting a partner, we see her taking the boob off and using it as bait. Mermen and reverse mermen appear, attracted by the boobs.

Later, we see her slicing off her boob to be squeezed like a lemon for its juice. The milk that appears is fed to her kid. Her torso becomes a fridge full of milk.

Finally we see a crab, the symbol for cancer, crawl over her in her sleep, and her breasts fall off and run away. As she chases them through the streets, two gaping holes in her chest, she eventually falls in despair and exhaustion. An ambulance appears, and its occupants sew a new set of black-and-white cut-out boobs onto her torso.

The final shot is of her daughter seeing her in the shower, her newly stitched breasts on show, and she smiles. The ambivalence which she once had for them now resolved.

Visually interesting, very identifiable.

Julian Barratt voices the main character of this strange little tale. Barratt plays his signature blowhard, a man determined to show his wife and son he is a true outdoorsman. In reality he is just doing everyone’s head in on a camping trip. Pitched somewhere straddling comedy and the genuine frustrations of an unhappy marriage, with a twist towards the bizarre, The Clearing is just great.

A group of wanks tell each other stories while they wait for their car to get fixed in this horror comedy short film.

Stranded in a cottage in Wales, a trio of pals notice a painting of the four horsemen of the apocalypse over the mantlepiece. Creeping each other out on this dark and stormy night, they relay stories of seeing an ominous horse in comical remembrances. Each story proves them to be the absolute worst, with the first focusing on a condescending and obnoxious first date in an Indian restaurant, the second being a thoughtless and irritating boyfriend, and the last being a merciless Monopoly player. My favourite line of the whole thing was the guy playing Monopoly going, “I always play as the iron. I’m a feminist, so…”