Movies

“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be quiet still...

My films are like that: in a room, but looking out onto an open sky. [...] I can’t really say it except to repeat that Bresson note,...

Inspired by Rossellini's Europa '51 Straub-Huillet made a film consisting of two pans of a street corner in Paris.

Thirty-five years after "Keep in Touch", Jean-Claude Rousseau’s filmmaking returns to the city of Carl Andre and Hollis Frampton. It’s...

“My eyes are imprisoned/ Weeping with great longing”. Soèdade (saudade) — “longing” or “yearning”...

Rousseau's first full-length feature, and one of the best documentaries/experimental films of the past few decades, sprung equally from Robert...

At first glance, Jean-Claude Rousseau’s films seem like quickly outlined sketches. They are snapshots of various situations and locations, as...

A hotel room and a few sweets, their wrappers stacked like gold leaf... An interview with Chantal Akerman and ongoing coverage of the 2015 terrorist...

A triptych formed by FAIT LES AMUSEMENTS, CONTRETEMPS, and COMME UNE OMBRE LEGERE. The viewer is challenged to find and occupy his own position, to...

The continuing demand for high standards is what sets Rouseau's work apart. What makes this film distinctive is the way Rousseau explicitly returns...

A journey to Kyoto. In late autumn, as the maple leaves turn red, city dwellers cross paths in the shaded walkways of the Imperial Park.

Sous un ciel changeant. Jean-Claude Rousseau uses his signature black frames to create Durasian elisions between painterly, Corot-conjuring tableaux.

‘Her triumph was the dance named Flamenco. What a tragic dance! It is, so to speak, all passion expressed in three acts: desire, seduction, and...

Between rain and clearer spells, in the footsteps of Ozu in today’s Japan, people met, wordless encounters… Also some seismic events, a...

The loneliness of the white fish in the goldfishes’ aquarium.

Where may the reds and goldens be? Where may the so promised city be? The lover beholds his fate in a faded Venice.