Martine Rousset Movies

On the one hand: A frame - and then windows in the frame - Spiked - from one to the other - Images designated - fenced, inside / out. Every moment...

"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...

With Istanbul, Martine Rousset puts on the brakes to the world's movement through a cinema of deceleration. At the boundaries between image by image...

Aurore collective is composed of 50 sequences filmed in Dijon and Paris (successive places of residence of the filmmaker), Chalon-sur-Saône,...

Filmmaker's visual diary during her visit to Samarcande.

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

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

Portrait of experimental filmmaker Martine Rousset.

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

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

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

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...

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

Filmmaker's visual diary aboard the Vangolu Express.

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...

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 .

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