Martine Rousset Movies

This is what the city offers the passing foreigner: gold and night to the visitor who has barely arrived. Fragments, the stone found by the...

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

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

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...

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

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

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...

Readings. Heinrich von Kleist / Robert Walser. Contiguous. They talk about imagination. Walser imagines Kleist, Kleist nobody, but Penthesilea. In...

An unknown writer written under the pseudonym of Laure at the beginning of the century. Readings. Geography. The places of a writing. The forces that...

Originally a text in fragments, more or less biographical, of different characters. Crossed stories, mixed times, memories and inventions. Coming...

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

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

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

Portrait of experimental filmmaker Martine Rousset.

Filmmaker's visual diary during her visit to Samarcande.

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....

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