Vytis Puronas

Vytis Puronas is the kind of filmmaker who doesn’t just dabble—he dives straight into the deep end, grabbing your attention and refusing to let go. You look at his track record, and it’s honestly pretty wild. The Southern Chronicles (2024) is this sprawling, gritty epic that doesn’t just flirt with big ideas—it practically makes out with them. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty exploring the messiness of human choices, and yeah, sometimes it stings a little. The visuals? Moody as hell. Characters? Raw, flawed, and so real it’s almost uncomfortable. Then you have O2 from 2020, which, let’s be real, is about as tense as holding your breath underwater. Puronas has this knack for cranking up suspense without a single cheap trick; he just understands how to play with pacing until you’re on the edge of your seat, chewing your nails down to stubs. The story weaves survival and desperation together, and it’s not afraid to show people at their most vulnerable—or their most dangerous. Jump back a year, and there’s Olegs (2019). This one’s more personal, almost intimate, focusing sharply on identity and the way people grapple with their own ghosts. It’s less about spectacle and more about what’s boiling under the surface. Puronas isn’t interested in surface-level drama; he digs in, twists the knife, and makes you care whether you want to or not. With a filmography like his, you know you’re in for a ride that’s equal parts brain and gut punch.