Koji Yamamura Movies

TV shows, manga, music, movies, plays, pop stars and cartoon characters. I watch videos on my phone with the TV blaring and music in the background....

A girl heading home from school is met with a bigger version of herself who poses arbitrary challenges with unspeakable consequences. The little girl...

When it shrinks, it expands. It floats and it sinks. It separates but connects. When I think I’m watching them, they're actually watching me. ...

One day, a boy who separated from his mother’s hand is deprived of his fingers. His fingers become a larva and part from his hand. The house....

Brothers eating dinner, a girl watering the plants, a boy awakening in the night… The daily scenery from the house where they all lived at one...

A Parade for three managers and four performers. Sketchy drawings in a neatly arranged palette, involving quotes from the French composer Erik Satie,...

For her, dance is life. And life is dance. Every tingle in her heart gets her swinging to the beat.

Short by Koji Yamamura

A white lump appears at a landfill site with an ocean view and slowly heads for the sea. It is anxious to find a place to return.

We go to sleep in hopes for a better tomorrow. The moment of truth nears as our eyes slowly open to the new day…

The angel of wind exhales, sending fluffy dandelion seeds into a slow dance. Wind and light guide the downy seeds into the magical world of botany.

The two of them, all alone at home. All alone with her father's corpse. Memories, ideals, and reality all sink beneath the muck. Everyone is alone....

The Rakugo story of PARROT is told by a Rakugo-ka, or a lone storyteller formed of Japanese characters.

Inspired by the Fifteenth canto of the Divine Comedy, in which Dante meets his teacher, Brunetto Latini.

A seaside school. In the corridor stands the principal, beloved of the high-spirited youngsters. Gazing at a picture of a whale drawn as a child, the...

A child whose head is numerals, a child who winds his own face and has it under his arm. What was left is his identity, a child whose eyes are...

This work is a missive to the life form we call viruses in the hope that we can coexist. The relationship between humans and viruses is poetically...

When I touched the sack of cod roe for the first time, it felt exactly like my thighs. It was light pink and so soft. Maybe my whole world is made of...

Right there in that little gap between fantasy and reality, me and you, movies and videos, concrete and abstract, is that nice cozy space.

The mouse finds a prism and it reveals to him a magnificent rainbow like he's never seen before. He tries to show his friends but for some reason it...