Martine Rousset Movies

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

Portrait. She dances in the center of her area. Obscure to the look. She abandons us to her limit. Turn. Count the chips. Conjugate. Turn on...

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

The first part of the Carolyn Carlson cycle. Between her and herself. Three images of the dance are repeated, come up against opacities that do not...

Listen to the trace, over the absent times, from the shore, at the very edge of the page, in the blind corner where the reader is held, give a voice,...

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...

A cinematic metaphor, conceived as part of a compilation of films on AIDS, this is an emotional translation of the disease. The juxtaposition of...

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

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

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...

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

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

Filmmaker's visual diary during her visit to Samarcande.

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...

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...

Filmmaker's visual diary aboard the Vangolu Express.

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

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

"Readings. A place. Purity of lines. Fine angles. Dominance of whites and blues. Fragility of tapered glasses." A visual evocation of the writing of...