Poqssi

Poqssi’s filmography is honestly kind of wild if you look at it. The Gardener (2025) is this trippy little gem where everything feels a bit off-kilter—there’s a dude with more secrets than houseplants, and, trust me, the houseplants are everywhere. It’s not your grandma’s garden party. Things get dark fast, and you’re left wondering if anyone in the whole film is actually telling the truth. People who love thrillers with a solid dose of “what just happened?” will eat this up. Then there’s Open Season (2023), and wow, talk about a switch-up in vibe. It’s got this ragtag crew of misfits who land themselves in the worst possible situation, and the tension just keeps building. There’s a dry, biting humor running under the whole thing—like, the sort of jokes you laugh at and then immediately feel bad about. You never really know if you’re supposed to root for these people or just be grateful you’re not them. The story pulls you in with its messiness and doesn’t let go. And Nudes (2024)? Oh man. That one stirs the pot for real. It digs into the chaos of modern relationships, privacy, and all the mess that comes with having your life blasted across the internet. People are vulnerable, raw, sometimes painfully awkward; it’s got moments that’ll make you squirm and some that hit way too close to home. Poqssi doesn’t really do “safe” storytelling, and that’s what makes this lineup so weirdly addictive. Each movie is its own beast, but they all punch you in the gut, just in their own way.