Martine Rousset Movies

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...

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

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

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,...

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

The city is leaving, slowly casting off, on the edge of time... It is leaving lightly... Not so far away, elsewhere, where time passes, has passed,...

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

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

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...

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...

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

Filmmaker's visual diary aboard the Vangolu Express.

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

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

Filmmaker's visual diary during her visit to Samarcande.

Portrait of experimental filmmaker Martine Rousset.

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