Raza Servia

Raza Servia’s filmography reads like a playlist for anyone who craves stories with bite and a dash of chaos. “This City Is a Battlefield” (2025) drops you straight into the belly of urban unrest—think neon-lit alleys, a city chewing itself up from the inside, and characters who’d rather burn out than fade away. Servia doesn’t just film a city, he weaponizes it, turning every street corner into a powder keg. You can practically smell the sweat and adrenaline. Then there’s “The Mediterranean Sea” (2024), which, to be honest, isn’t your sun-drenched, postcard-perfect getaway. It’s rougher, saltier—more about the undercurrents, secrets, and the people who haunt the shoreline. Servia finds the heartbreak behind the horizon, tracking drifters and dreamers as they collide with reality. There’s a sense of longing here, like everyone’s chasing some lost summer from their youth. “Pure Love” (2024) is a curveball—don’t expect hearts and roses. Servia’s take on romance is messy, raw, sometimes a little bit ugly. He digs into the awkward silences, the late-night arguments, and the desperate, reckless hope that maybe, just maybe, love wins out. The film doesn’t tie things up with a neat bow. Instead, it leaves you sitting in the aftermath, wondering what you’d do if it were you. Basically, Servia’s movies won’t let you off easy, but they’ll make sure you feel something.