Eva Weber

Eva Weber’s filmography is a weird little treasure trove—seriously, it’s not your everyday popcorn flick lineup. Let’s talk Disgraceful Conduct (1997) first. This one, man, it’s just dripping with the kind of tension you feel in your bones. It’s about moral boundaries and what happens when people just can’t play by the rules, or maybe they just flat-out refuse to. The characters are sharp, the dialogue’s a little raw, and the whole thing has this gritty undercurrent. If you’re into stories that don’t handhold or sugarcoat, you’ll find yourself glued to this. Jump ahead a decade and you land at City of Cranes (2007), which is honestly one of those documentaries that makes you rethink the stuff you ignore every day. It dives into the world of crane operators—yep, those giant machines swinging over the city. But it’s not just about metal and machinery, it’s about the people, the stories dangling in the sky, daily lives unfolding hundreds of feet above the chaos. There’s something poetic about it, like you’re peeking into a secret society that shapes the skyline but never gets noticed. Now, The Intimacy of Strangers (2005) kinda flips the script again. This one’s all about those tiny moments between people, the glances, the unspoken words, all the stuff swirling in the space between strangers. It feels a bit voyeuristic, but in a way that makes you question how much you really know about the folks passing you by. Weber’s stuff isn’t just films—it’s like she’s holding up a cracked mirror to the world and saying, “Look closer.”