Scriptwriter
Born:
19.05.1995, Brčko (Bosnia and Herzegovina)
Education:
Film and TV Editing, Academy of Arts, University of Novi Sad, Serbia
Anglo – Saxon Law studies, American University in Bosnia and Herzegovina, Tuzla, BiH
Place of Residence:
Novi Sad (Serbia)
Biography
Bojan Josić was born in 1995 in Brčko, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He is a student of Film and TV Editing at the Academy of Arts at the University of Novi Sad, Serbia. He has directed several short films, TV segments and music videos.
Bojan 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 engaged mostly in documentary films, but his short films have been screened at various film festivals in the region.
Sample of previous work
Projects in development
PROLJEĆE / SPRING WILL COME SOON ENOUGH
short fiction
first draft of the 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: no crew members attached
Looking for: producer
Keywords: drama, bosnian war, transition, romance, poverty, refugees, life in post, conflict, society
Filmography and Awards
2015 STORY OF ORIGIN, short documentary, writer/director
2015 LIONHEART, short documentary, writer
2012 IN THE DESERT AND WILDERNESS, short documentary, writer/director
My five favourite films
- Through a Glass Darkly (1961)
by Ingmar Bergman - Persona (1966)
by Ingmar Bergman - Contempt (1963)
by Jean-Luc Godard - Black Swan (2010)
by Darren Aronofsky - Dogtooth (2009)
by Yorgos Lanthimos
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)
