Françoise Prenant
1952 (72 года)Sous le ciel lumineux de son pays natal
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It happens in, under, through the holes of Beirut, its floating gaps, along gullies from drilled pipes, in the dust of what is left of it, remained, because it is of the past this Beirut we see, of the recent past, filmed in 1995, before the city center collapsed by the war was razed and rebuilt.
Sous le ciel lumineux de son pays natal
Paradis perdu
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Hélène Hazéra, Marie France
A wealthy man falls in love with a transvestite stripper and gives her the wherewithal to fulfill her dreams; she invents stories with her transvestite friends; the story with the rich guy ends badly and she goes back to work on the streets (with no regrets).
Paradis perdu
Paris, mon petit corps est bien las de ce grand monde
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Manuel Cedron, Cécile Garcia-Fogel
Lunettes and Myope: two ways of resisting the world. Identical and opposites, face to face or, more often, back to back, in a small room in a timeless space. Twins and adversaries, these two girls make one: Lunettes uses her glasses to help her understand the world, or at least accept it; Myope can't see, except within herself, and lost in her blurred, but sharp, experience of the world, rebels continuously. Incited by Lunettes, Myope creates (in the same city and climate, but in another dimension) two characters: Pierrot and Agathe. To a certain degree, these two are a disjointed response to Myope, Lunettes, neighbors, and distant representatives. It's very hot. The inhabitants are interested in fountains and shadows. They build cool cabins, hanging curtains over the balcony balustrades. Asphalt sticks to the soles of sandals and when the wind blows, the canopies flap above the café terraces.
Paris, My Little Body Is Very Tired of This Big World
Lettre pour L...
Romain Goupil
Romain Goupil, Régine Provvedi
She was 18. They were in love and lived together for ten years. 20 years later, he receives a letter from her. L is very ill. He grabs hold of his camera and films while trying to make her talk about other things, about cinema and what’s become of those political struggles…
A Letter to L...
Bienvenue à Madagascar
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Through my window-camera, during urban adventures, views of Algiers, where, as a child, after Algerian Independence, I learned about liberty, and which some decades later after immigrating against my will and deliberately becoming an exile, I chose as my city. I was then a "wife of the Republic of Madagascar," as the left-hand side page of my passport noted, while the right-hand side declared "of the ambassador extraordinary and plenipotentiary." Disembodied, words off-screen, intervening one over the other, simultaneous encounters of polyphonic voices glide.
Bienvenue à Madagascar
Albertine, ou le souvenir parfumé de Marie Rose
Jacques Kébadian
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France, 1972. Albertine, a teenager in rebellion against school, the rancid family and religion, asserts her rights to a sexuality without obstacles. Wiith her friends, and the right to the abortion for the minor ones. With her friends, she campaigns for the rights to sexual pleasure and abortion for minor girls.
Albertine ou Les Souvenirs parfumés de Marie-Rose
I Am Too Sexy for My Body, for My Bo-ody
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"In the summer of 1969, the first and memorable Panafrican Festival of Algiers (Panaf of its small name) had brought together, assembled from all over Africa, musicians, dancers and theater groups, messenger artists from "brother countries", movements from liberation and the diaspora of the Americas. Forty years later, in July 2009, the second edition of this festival took place. During this one, I filmed several dance troupes in rehearsals or performances; the levitated bodies of the dancers, the energy, the grace and the life they give off." (Franssou Prenant)
I Am Too Sexy for My Body, for My Bo-ody
Le Jeu de l'oie du Professeur Poilibus
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René Schérer, who calls himself Professor Hairibus, is a philosopher, professor emeritus at the University of Paris 8, and author of many works. His philosophy is not couched in an esoteric language, it can be practised by children, women, blacks, farmers, the elderly, geese, and even adults.
Le Jeu de l'oie du Professeur Poilibus