Koji Yamamura Movies

Two American secret agents - Frank and Wendy - are sent to the world's hotbed of danger, known as Estonia. Estonia is a silly place, perhaps even...

Okinawa is ominous right before the arrival of a typhoon. At first, Anri is excited by the unusual turn of events, but gradually she becomes fearful...

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...

In the moments before death, one of the Battling Gods recalls his defeat in a magnificent fight. That battle transcended meta worlds, time and...

This woman has detached herself from the outside world. For her, it is daily work to feed her bird and to look at the town from her window. Because...

Koji Yamamura's allegory the immutability of time, love and devotion, and the unbreakable nature of the parent-child bond, into interlacing story.

Summer is coming to an end. A little girl on the beach remembers the days spent giggling and dancing with her friend. The goodbyes and memories...

A dog we like to pet on the way home from school, an eccentric guy, and ringing doorbells as a prank. That's our life in this town.

A game to find image in a chance. In this Aleatoricism there are much more potentials than what I have moved.

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.

All of a sudden, a boy starts to play hopscotch. Kicking stone[s] is. . . simply play, but it doesn’t work as simply as it seems. He...

A woman traces her memories through a pearl ring, and comes upon her mother gazing at the same ring. But her memories soon lose their outline and...

Second short by Koji Yamamura

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

This piece takes 8 seconds, and creates intervals between the frames, and then makes them bigger. It's about expansion and enlargement, not the...

Mizuki Kiyama's short animation utilizes a paint on glass technique to render a young girl's visit to a neighborhood sento (bath house) with her...

Reminiscing the days I spent with an old friend, facing up to the narrow but deep gap that lies between us.

We have limited control over our bodies, and we can't change ourselves at will. While I yearn for complete freedom, I also want to make peace with my...

When immersed in the contours swelling and waning in the forest of needles, the mundane world drifts away, and we only live to breathe.

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....