Scriptwriter
Born:
19.05.1995, Brčko (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Education:
Film and TV Editing, Academy of Arts, University of Novi Sad, Serbia
Place of Residence:
Novi Sad (Serbia)
Biography
Bojan Josić was born in 1995 in Brčko, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He graduated from the Academy of Arts at the University of Novi Sad in Film and TV Editing.
Bojan has directed and edited several short films and TV segments and participated in several film workshops by established regional film festivals, during which he had the opportunity to be mentored by award – winning filmmakers.
He is mostly engaged in documentary films. Bojan’s short films have been screened at various film festivals in the region.
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Sample of previous work
Projects in development
PROLJEĆE / SPRING WILL COME SOON ENOUGH
short fiction
developed script
23 in 1996, fresh from the Bosnian war and back home with his ill father, Petar finds himself balancing their dreams and reality while rebuilding their neighbor’s home.
Attached to the project: co-writer
Looking for: producer
Keywords: drama, bosnian war, transition, romance, poverty, refugees, post-conflict society
Filmography and Awards
2019 THE SEARCHER, short experimental, writer/director/editor
2015 LIONHEART, short documentary, writer
2015 STORY OF ORIGIN, short documentary, writer/director
My five favourite films
- Black Swan (2010)
by Darren Arronofsky - Women on the Edgeof a Nervous Breakdown (1988)
by Pedro Almodovar - Tom at the Farm (2013)
by Xavier Dolan - Bele de Jour (1967)
by Luis Buñuel - The Virgin Spring (1960)
by Ingmar Bergman
Favourite scene I wrote
EXT. FRONT YARD AT OJA’S HOUSE. DAY.
Seeds fall onto the dark ground, only to be buried by Oja’s careful hands. Rhythm of her burial is accompanied by Petar’s plyers taking out the nails out of planks.
OJA
Like my flowers?
PETAR
There aren’t any there yet.
A pause for a moment.
OJA
Spring will come soon enough. What about
my grass, Petar?
Oja stops planting and turns to Petar, on her knees.
OJA
You like my grass?
She laughs and lays down on the grass. Petar stops what he’s doing and turns back to her. Observes her. Her laughter slowly turns into a cry as she watches the blue skies above.
OJA
This is my grass now. It’s mine and
my mom’s.
Petar comes close to her, also on his knees. She turns around, consumed by laughter and crying all at once, and spreads her arms through the grass. Then, for what seemed an eternity to them – their hands meet on the grass, eyes locked on each other.
My favourite film quote
“We carve an idol out of our fear and call it God.”
–
Seventh Seal (1957)
