Martine Rousset Filmes

Listen to the trace, over the absent times, from the shore, at the very edge of the page, in the blind corner where the reader is held, give a voice,...

Traces of stories. The images themselves. Tear off. Stain. To paint. Makes light out of them.

The voices say a story. forget it. Of what time. And who speaks. Both of them. One or the other. later. Others may be. Of chance. Which would...

Filmmaker's visual diary aboard the Vangolu Express.

One year before starting his famous series "Cinematons", Gerard Courant had made an ancestor to this series: the portrait of Martine Rousset, filmed...

in the meantime , lighthouse , old lighthouse , far away , beyond the ponds , coolpix , little coolpix , long before the perfect clone .

Free adaptation of Faulkner's novel aroused by the Patrick Henry and Ranucci cases.

Landscapes. A utilitarian nature. Contemporary. Cruel images. Changing. Seasons. The watch could be eternal. Each image transparent and non-avenue....

A film about my relationship to New York since 1962. It deals with the distance between a memory and the image of this memory, a distance one always...

A cinematic metaphor, conceived as part of a compilation of films on AIDS, this is an emotional translation of the disease. The juxtaposition of...

Rousset photographs a train station in the evening, then boards a late-night train bound for mountainous Anatolia.

Wandering through Central Asia, the Caucasus, Kurdistan… to Istanbul. Cities and trains, steppes and snow, down there where the pulse of time...

Winter, fog, outside. The outline of eyes, sometimes we could ride those trails.

The unfinished Julien Gracq text, the road 1970, a forest near the sea, the enigma of a trajectory, by this text in this lanscape and this...

"The sea is a language whose meaning we have lost" Jorge Luis Borges

"With Un vent leger dans le feuillage, a fixed close-up which for three minutes decays a few leaves of their green color, Martine Rousset films the...

Night is falling the landscape is disappearing leave the world and its memory the night, rags in its wake last page.

The city is leaving, slowly casting off, on the edge of time... It is leaving lightly... Not so far away, elsewhere, where time passes, has passed,...

"Yerevan, Armenia, in the illegible secret of the country, imprisoned in its shadows, in its nights of the underground, nights of the basements,...