Martine Rousset Movies

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,...

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...

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...

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

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

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

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,...

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...

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

Filmmaker's visual diary during her visit to Samarcande.

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

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...

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

Portrait of experimental filmmaker Martine Rousset.

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

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