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- Since the death of her grandmother, Alix ( 8 years old) spends most of her time alone in the forest on the edge of the village where she was born. Because she was unable to attend her grandmother's funeral, she is convinced that her grandmother's body is there. But she meets someone quite entirely different. Will she now be able to come to terms with her grief?
- Very short - desert and sky mirrored, their structures abstracted. Padishah Khatun (1256-1295), powerful ruler in Kirman (today Iran), was also a poet. Her poetic declaration of war: "I am descended from great kings, if earthly powers / Belong to anyone they are assuredly ours."
- We are little miracles. Tiny ones, even, who never stop shedding our skins, over and over. The world settles in our sweat. Alone, though, with no memory of what drove us into this life that jealous people claim is ours. Forgotten, skins fall one after another, like caresses that-much moreso than our cells, in truth-create them, these skins, which are neither ours nor those of others, regardless of the energy that we spend, at night, exchanging them.
- In a fallow factory, workers wander in search of a History. Bodies made silent by idleness. Then they look at us, they say. Without blush, with a white voice, words come out of them, as if they had reappeared from another time. It is about hard work, social organization, happiness. Immersed in the memory of his bodies, in their voices, mental images reach us. Other men who, throughout the world, populated the mechanics of the bodies with their gestures.
- How much of our childhood remains in the adult that we become? I start a journey without nostalgia in the midst of childhood reminiscences I allow myself to be guided by memories. This experience revives images and sounds: snowy landscapes, songs, dusty toys, faces, murmurs, games, hazy or dazzling fragments which inhabit my journey..
- This film paints a portrait of a steel factory soon to be demolished, eaten away by the absence of activity, out of sight. A cinematographic poem that takes the time to x-ray the places and the men who populated them, as a farewell. An elegy prolonging the past, creating a living matter that resists time and oblivion, in a space that is no longer quite real.
- Avoiding the fascinated look at the Middle East like the miserable discourse that feeds Western bad conscience, "Children of the Stones" shows the daily lives of young men and women in the city of Jericho in Palestine (West Bank). To be twenty years old in Palestine today is to come after. It means occupying this special position as the heirs of a time, a culture, a country that we have not really known. How to live in a country of fallen legends? And what identity can we count on when everyday life starts on the shifting sands of a flickering memory? How to build its history without disappearing behind the myth? Oscillating between observations of everyday life and evocations of their dream, the mosaic film paints a portrait of an active and reckless generation.
- Can a picture contain all the beauty of a flower? Between technology and emotions, Algorithms of Beauty questions the limits of our gaze when faced with AI images.