La Ligne Jaune

A French man recalls his moviegoing adventures at a now defunct titular theater as a journalist for the film magazine Cahiers du Cinéma during the mid-1950s.

Two teenage sisters deal with the Muslim taboo of premarital sex.

Until the day in 1978 when he was accused by a weekly newspaper of being the main organizer of the Vel'd'Hiv' roundup, everyone seemed to have forgotten that in 1942, René Bousquet was head of the French police. But then the past caught up with this former high-ranking civil servant, brilliantly reconverted into high finance. The next fifteen years will be devoted to answering the accusations. To organize his defense, he knows he can count on the support of his family and a network of political contacts. Gradually, the ambiguity of the compromises and "arrangements" made by almost all the political forces at the Liberation, in the name of national reconciliation, becomes apparent.

A nine-year-old boy is obsessed with the sizable penis of his older friend.

Monsieur Cinema, a hundred years old, lives alone in a large villa. His memories fade away, so he engages a young woman to tell him stories about all the movies ever made.

The first emotions in love with a young man of seventeen: Thomas who understands that his life belongs to him at last. Four young women contribute to his sentimental education.

Nicolas Lanson, a young stockbroker, lives a fast life of money and luxury until the day his high-risk initiatives cause the fall of the bank. He flees with a price on his head. On the run, Nicolas meets Charlotte, pregnant for a man who doesn't want her. Although Nicolas isn't her type, Charlotte seduces him once she discovers his identity. Little does Nicolas know, Charlotte is not leading them to see her brother, but an older lover who just happens to be a cop.

In the absence of her sister Rim, what was Yasmina doing in a car park with their boyfriends Salim and Majid? Rim knows nothing about it, but that's because Yasmina is doing her utmost to prevent her from finding out. What was it, then? The unmentionable... the worst thing ever... supersize shame - and it was all captured by Salim in a potentially highly volatile video...