Jonathan Genet

Two young men seek the solitude of the country; their peace is disturbed when a set of random occurrences suggest to their susceptible minds a pattern with sinister meanings.

In April 1978, members of the Groupe Autonome Révolutionnaire (GAR) rob a bank in Zurich with the aim of bringing to light the covert ties between the Swiss financial system and dictatorships in Latin America. Wanting to secure concrete evidence, they film the entire operation.

In the summer of 1979, gay porn producer Anne sets out to film her most ambitious film yet, but her actors are picked off, one by one, by a mysterious killer.

While she was jogging Lisa Campion , the daughter of the retired police officer Fabio Campion , discovered the frozen corpse of Julien , a child who disappeared 20 years ago.The police officer Simon Beauregard is then sent to Roches Noires , a village of the Tarentaise Valley, for the criminal investigation.

We see a succession of scattered glam images: beat-up figures on lucid papers and dreamlike landscapes, until the (apelike) apparition of a model and her photographer. Together, they will play martyr and demiurge. They will attempt to achieve grace in a world of moving surfaces.

A man lies on the ground, stabbed. Going backwards (“à rebours”) we will find out what happened shortly before.

This summer, Livia returns to spend a few days in the family apiary. Louis, her elusive and brilliant brother, is also back.

Fatima-Zahra and her teenage son Selim move from place to place, forever trying to outrun the latest scandal she’s caught up in. When Selim discovers the truth about their past, Fatima-Zahra vows to make a fresh start. In Tangier, new opportunities promise the legitimacy they each crave but not without pushing the volatile mother-son relationship to the breaking point.

Seeking for his dog mysteriously disappeared, a lonely thirty-year-old paces up and down the streets of his repressed past. When his long-lost half-brother intrudes the investigation, they improvise a few steps drifting together into the night. A night too short to solve all the mysteries and too long to let the silence of memories prevail.