This video features no words, only music and images. Ema Kugler describes the moving images as: “They are like a dark, surrealist dance of everyman with his own death. I have seen all these images. They came from the darkness of my subconsciousness, colonized me and obsessed me.” The video shows images, which together with the accompanying music give an impression of the infinite and the divine and being sucked into an abyss from where there is no return. The images bring us to the edge of our existence and twist us in the darkness of the subconscious and inevitable oblivion. There are no words or speech in the video, only music and images but the storyline is clear nevertheless. The images are silent witnesses to our imprisonment in the world of automatism – bureaucracy and authority – god and ruler who lead us into pointless wars, killing and death. Individuals are helpless prisoners of these forces.

The film explores creativity in a different, not necessarily psychoanalytic, but certainly self-purgative and self-critical way. This is a story of the creative processes of a director, screenwriter, musician and versatile artist Vinci Vogue Anžlovar. A person with a personality disorder, a witty and insightful author with borderline tendencies. Four feature films, music for his band and feature films, theatre, short films. But all this in some state of conflict – clashes with producers, slapping a minister, breaking the jaw of an actor, fits of rage, anxiety, drugs, gambling, divorces, poverty, wealth, depression, rehab...

An old legend of a vampire from Gorjanci forest, a dwelling place for creatures from folk legends and myths.

For the End of Time is a film about the mind… a film about the body and our inability to merge these two entities which are shaping a form of civilization known under the term “human”. A human is not a being unto itself. A human is a construct… a civilization-related coding of a certain precise time and place. A human is not a uniform creature. A human is a split between many things… but the worst is the split carried inside… that between the mind and the body… How can we feel others, if the only universe that an individual truly lives in and feels is his or her own universe? How can you feel for the other… How can the other feel for you? Only as much as the pain of the other resembles yours – thus as a reminiscence of one’s own pain. This is the only way. For the End of Time is a film on a quest… for the eternal longing “to find the real thing.