To a Passerby

For his last day at the office, Grégoire introduces his new ninth grade intern to the rest of his computer graphics team, which currently works on a groundbreaking aquarium/swimming-pool project. It might be the last opportunity for Grégoire to say goodbye to his colleagues before his retirement.

It’s firstly the portrait of an area, France’s north coast between Dunkirk and Calais, where Olivier Derousseau lives and works: ransacked landscapes, port installations, plumes of smoke from the chimneys of petrochemical facilities, blown by the wind… It’s also a musical suite in five parts, a kind of minimalist blues lovingly composed in memory of time and people that have disappeared: the constant bass of juggernauts on the motorway, the percussion of the wind in the microphones, all the world’s sounds blending into a repetitive guitar thread. And it’s a melancholy meditation on the stuff of days, the flesh of the future, on irretrievable erasure and the traces waiting and hoping to be saved.

Three supernatural tales where eternity items are being traded and, within easy reach, put our time, image and language landmarks in jeopardy.

The epic and poetic tale of the early years of Italian cinema, from 1896 to 1930: how peplum was born, how the first stars shone, how many daring filmmakers were able to create an original style amalgamating literature, theater, painting and opera; a tale of splendor and decadence.

Louise revisits her childhood when her family decides to sell their farm. 20 years ago, she was Louloute, a mischievous and exuberant little girl, helping her father with their farm, fighting with her siblings and worrying her mother… When the family's debts accumulate and overwhelm them, tender childhood moments become intertwined with the harsh adult reality of a disappearing rural world.

On the beach of Casablanca, the desire of two adolescents keeps a low profile. Children like adults keep an eye out. A fight distracts attention.

Joseph isn't particularly happy, even though he's good at hiding it. The day his brother dies, he becomes certain he'll miss out on his life. So that it doesn't slip away from him, one night he gives in to his desire.

12th century: Cosme, a young monk runs away from his abbey to search for his father, whom he has never met. Meanwhile, he meets four “goliards”, young people trying to live at the present. With them, he will begin to walk on the path that leads to oneself…

On the beaches in the North of France, a group of friends had to say goodbye. In an appartment in Paris, leaving is putting away. Even if we hide under the blanket, even if we chew hard our corn flakes, we will hear the doors slamming. Somtimes, we believe that we’re going too far and some people leave for real.

The story of Cross Words is based on a news item, which quickly becomes a pretext for a sensitive, sensual portrait of a generation represented by two main characters, Pierre and Mila, and a group of thirty-somethings. They’re journalists, teachers, carpenters and artists, between Paris, Marseille and Brussels. Valero portrays fragments of everyday life, interweaving them with impressionistic urban and bucolic slivers.

Ana returns to Paris after a long trip. With nowhere to live and short of funds, she stays with old friends, hoping for a better situation to turn up. So begins Ana's wandering across the city in this short arthouse film, on a night journey of her own melancholy.

A man must deliver a package the contents of he knows nothing about. Once at the station, he is not met as planned. He must then remain in that city, which he had fled, and which he fears.

There is a special brigade dedicated to camera thefts in Lisbon. Few cameras are found, although sometimes tapes are thrown in the gutter like lost memories. Policemen watch these tapes hoping to find clues in this flow of touristic and intimate video recordings. One image leads the investigation to France.

During the night of September 5th, 1879, Camille Doncieux, wife of the painter Claude Monet, dies from a womb cancer. In the early hours of the following morning, the painter makes a last portrait of the one who used to be his model, before becoming his wife and the mother of his two children.

I’m looking for Medea. I investigate what we know about her, what we don’t say, and what she teaches us about ourselves. A text emerges: Medea-Material, by Heiner Müller. We lend our voices to this character – perhaps this time we’ll be able to hear her.

In Brittany, Jean embarks on a crazy soliloquy on the asphodel trail. The walk becomes a journey through space and time, an encounter with everything that makes up a territory.