Dare to Struggle, Dare to Win

A second-class horror movie has to be shown at Cannes Film Festival, but, before each screening, the projectionist is killed by a mysterious fellow, with hammer and sickle, just as it happens in the film to be shown.

A portrait of Bouda, a 30-year-old young dancer, clandestine for life, a victim of the so-called "double punishment" law who, upon leaving prison, expels children from immigration to countries of origin.

Jeanne is a woman who is driven by her very active conscience. She attempts to assuage her idealistic bent by trying out life as a nun, but this doesn't work out. After she leaves the convent, she takes a job at a factory, where the callousness of management spurs her to become a labor activist. Her efforts are marked by great persistence and fervor, but she lacks any kind of diplomacy or persuasiveness, and as the years progress, she manages to alienate everyone in her life. By the end of the film, there is only one way that she can see to resolve the horrible situation she finds herself in.

in Morocco or in France, a handful of women- Muslim and non-Muslim - gather women in the public space to tell their rights, become aware their strength and dance their thirst for freedom.

From the Bronx to the Minguettes, in the underground passages of the inner city and working-class suburbs, a new artistic movement of rebellion has appeared over the past 15 years : "hip hop", with its tagging, rap and dance providing and outlet for an entire generation anxious to proclaim : "I exist !". Who are the dancers of this movement ? What are their experiences, their anger, their dreams, their hopes ? How is it that an entire generation – which sees itself as "burned" – identifies with the special energy of this youth culture ? What is the source of this unbridled beauty and body language which has moved form the street to the stage, upsetting all the codes of contemporary dance ? A journey of initiation to meet the heroes of this movement and give the floor to all those who normally are not heard except through the distorting prism of the media every time and inner city explodes.