Zagreb Film Festival is an annual film festival established in 2003 and held in Zagreb, Croatia.
The festival features three separate international competition programs (feature film, short film, documentary film), and one competition program for short films made by Croatian authors. Apart from these, the festival usually organizes additional non-competitive programs, such as children's film program or a selection of debut works made by well-known film directors.
The festival was established by the Zagreb-based Propeler film production company, but for the 2008 edition the festival will be organized by its own newly registered Zagreb Film Festival company. The festival's main award is known as Zlatna kolica (Golden Pram). Until 2005 the award was called Golden Bib, representing a nod towards the festival's past because it grew out of what was initially a competition for debut short works by young Croatian authors.
The 2007 edition featured around 80 films from 30 countries and attracted an audience of around 30,000 people.
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