Fifi Fatale

The nightclub owner only opens his door at night to those in possession of a personal invitation. And the men come pouring in: hipsters, everyday Joes in checked tank tops and a priest with a huge cross dangling around his neck and a woman on each arm. Everyone is crazy about Fifi Fatale, who begins every appearance with a mysterious ritual in her dressing room. And then an uninvited guest stands in front of the door and demands entry. This short film by Mária Kralovič, who also works as an illustrator and designer, is full of wild ideas that number murderous women's stockings and a stretch limousine the length of an Intercity Express train.