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- Bridgeport, January 2008. A teenage girl is found hanged in her room. While everything points to suicide, the autopsy report reveals something else. Ten years later, the director and cousin of the teenager examine the past causes and future consequences of this unsolved crime. Like an imagined biography, the film will explore the relationship between the security of the living space and the violence that can jeopardize it.
- A true animated film about invented islands. About an imaginary, linguistic, political territory. About a real or dreamed country, or something in between.
- Thirty days at sea surrounded by the powerful, majestic waves of the Atlantic Ocean that seem to go on forever. Thirty days in the daily lives of a cargo ship crew that capture some of the hidden beauty of this capricious maritime reality. Transatlantic is a documentary essay that offers itself up like a prayer, full of mystery and languor. The film is strangely and secretly hopeful. In the eyes of the sailors we see both their deep love of life at sea and their exhaustion in the face of the intensity of this cruel and unforgiving environment. The daily and nightly rituals of work and mealtimes trace the intimate, subjective and often silent existence of these men who live at sea, enclosed in the middle of the infinite ocean. Machinery rumbles, waves pound the bow, the hull cracks and squeaks under the pressure of a storm. The immense vastness of the ocean surrounds them in every direction. Officers and sailors work and play, but also dream. The ship is both a metaphor and a microcosm: an island of men in the midst of the great unknown.
- Red of the Yew Tree is the crossing of a feminine and universal imagination, an odyssey inked in fine point. A pheasant hunt is the occasion of a voyage that is at once delicate and mightily evocative, under the breath of maternal love and the transmission of a shared feminine condition. It is a vast intimate adventure unfolds, as equivocal as it is precise, through an intuitive hunt and a recovered collective memory.