A&G Films Media Entertainment
A Man Called Eagle
Angeliki Coconi worked with A&G Films Media Entertainment in 2010, when she edited the script of the full length A MAN CALLED EAGLE written by Theo Haris, based on a truth story by George Politis; this is going to be an international co-production between, Greece, Serbia, UK and USA, which is at present in the development stage, as a renowned Serbian Director is interested in directing it.
In 2011, Angeliki collaborated with A&G Films Media Entertainment, to adapt the multi-award-winning novel ATROPOS by Maria Skiadaresi (published by Pataki press) for a TV series. This adaptation is currently being considered as a co-production between a Greek TV channel in conjunction with a French and English TV channel.
Welcome to the Madhouse: 'The Magnet'
Tim Hayes at The Indie Fest interviews filmmaker Angeliki Coconi on her award-winning mockumentary titled “The Magnet”.
Like 'The Magnet', the 30-minute documentary-style comedy investigating her mysterious appeal to life's less well-balanced elements, Angeliki's self-examination arrives wrapped in plenty of self-deprecation. 'When I was a little girl my dad told me I have 'the magnet': that I attract all kinds of psychos,' she says. 'As long as I can remember I've always heard 'this could only happen to you' from all my friends, about incidents I witnessed or things that happened. When the craziness started getting too much for me to handle, I decided to turn it around and make a funny documentary about it, to make fun of the madness. This madness brought on 'The Magnet'.'
Read the full interview at The Indie.
Mick - Official Trailer
The English Katerina Tsavalou
'A young interpreter loses her identity while translating the words of a Greek actress, at the premiere of the actress' film. Soon the audience wont' be able to tell the actress and the interpreter apart.'
Angeliki's short script won the Colorado Screenplay Award – Platinum, at the Colorado Film Festival 2010. It was also among the Official Script Selections at the Los Angeles Cinema Festival of Hollywood 2010.
Love Is The Drug
'A young woman becomes a drug addict in order to approach a handsome support worker.'
Angeliki's short script was a finalist at four different European Festivals.
Angeliki created the online film magazine Unsung Films which in 2012 briefly partnered up with the New York Film Academy, offering commentaries on important movies in order to help film students gain a deeper understanding on independent cinema, its origins and influences. The movie site allows upcoming filmmakers to showcase and promote their work, supports underrepresented writers and directors, promotes their projects and brings emerging filmmakers closer to their target audience. -Unsung Films has been praised by Roger Ebert.
'Between Us' by Dan Mirvish
'Between Us thrives, and does so in all areas. Captivatingly directed and edited, Mirvish lets his cast and Hortua’s dialogue shine. It’s intense and it’s sharp. It’s dark and it’s funny. As a matter of fact, it’s too dark. And too funny.'
'Single: A Documentary Film' by Richard Atkinson and Jane Scandurra
What makes 'Single' so interesting to watch is how easy it becomes for every viewer to identify with the speakers, as well as to relate to the issue and immerse in the discussion. No one is left uninvolved as long as he or she lives in today’s world. What would certainly be extremely difficult for either of my grandmothers to comprehend, every single one of my friends would passionately defend –or at least be able to determine and justify the reasons behind.
'Ashes' by Sophie Black
'Ashes' hits you hard, explodes on your face and leaves you frozen. Writer-director Sophie Black takes no hostages when telling her devastating story – a quick but awfully to-the-point tale that I feel could only be fully appreciated by a female audience. And although nobody is left intact by this stunningly designed short film, no woman is left unscarred.
Just Another Day In Paradise
Angeliki ran her online humour blog, Just Another Day In Paradise, where she wrote her 'humour diary' on a daily basis for years. Her blog has been praised by the New York Times.
Is it me, or does the name you’ve set on your wireless internet connection say a lot about yourself?
This morning I switched my laptop on to write. While it was warming up, I squeezed my juice and put on some music, but before I got to sit down and start working, someone knocked on my door. When I opened, in front of me stood a big man I had never seen before. Long beard, long hair, rough looking American guy, who seemed very angry with me for some reason. ‘You’re stealing my internet’. ‘Hi there. And I don’t think so…’, I replied, seeing I couldn’t be as sarcastic as I wanted with this guy and still get home for Christmas safe...
Isn’t it funny how everyone’s idea of time wasted is different? You think you’re wasting time by doing this, I think all this time we’re talking, I could be doing that. Who’s right? I think I am. Together with my sister.
This morning I went out to the shops, looking for a big red frame to put my Che Guevara canvas in. When I found a little shop I liked, I went in and started browsing. The owner of the shop was talking to a woman in her running clothes and shoes, near where I was standing. While he was explaining to her where exactly that place she was looking for was, the woman kept on jogging on the spot. As he was giving more and more details, her frustration started to show, and at some point she couldn’t help but complain ‘I could have ran to Campo Marte and back all this time it took you to explain it to me. I could have gone up and down a 100 sets of steps. I could have swam across the river and back’! And while shaking her head, she ran out of the shop...
Today I realised that all women and most men are obsessed with looking at themselves in mirrors, windows, glasses, spoons, and in general any object that shows any kind of reflection. I also realised that if we use that the right way, we can get rich.
I left my house this morning to go to the train station and meet a friend. A distance that I usually cover in fifteen minutes, today was taking me much longer, since in front of every shop’s window, there was a woman standing fixing her reflection’s hair. As it was raining, they were all getting upset their hair was being ruined, so they found an opportunity to complain to their window selves: ‘Look at that, look at that hair, crazy… Why do I do with this hair’?… Why do you do, where do you go? Cars on the street, women fixing their hair in front of windows, and people inside the shops looking at some crazy women talking to themselves in the window. And then me, trying to get to the train station...
Today I came up with the perfect way for women to avoid either having kids, or at least being asked constantly by families and boyfriends when they’re going to have kids. This is the recipe, girls out there.
This morning I woke up and found a number of missed calls on my phone from my best friend. Before I got the chance to call her back, she called again. She was heard whispering from the other side: ‘Hi, I’m in the bathroom, talking to you secretly, no one knows I’m here. My in-laws in the other room keep pushing for an answer of when I’m planning on having kids… I don’t know what to tell them’… ‘Tell them Sunday. Not this one, the one next’, I replied in a panic, trying to steal us some time. ‘No, but the thing is, I don’t think I want kids in general… How do I get out of this for good’?...
Today I made a list with the places where my boyfriend can cheat on me, and I will never find out.
This morning I went out for a walk and ended up sitting at a square, watching the people go by, listening to my music. At some point a bell rang, and it apparently set a sea of monsters free, and hundreds of kids in matching uniforms came running out of their school, jumping around like crazy, screaming, and letting it all out. After ten minutes of hell, a woman came and gathered them back into the building. I tried to imagine the chaos in that little school, where twenty kids didn’t seem to fit, let alone hundreds. I realised that entering that place would perhaps be my worst nightmare. I also realised that this could be the perfect place for my boyfriend to have an affair and be sure that I would never discover...