Un tranquillo paesino siciliano è scosso da un episodio di violenza in cui Giosuè rimane ucciso dopo aver causato la morte di altre due persone. Gaetano, fratello di Giosuè, è il fornaio del paese, con i cui abitanti va d’accordo nonostante la diffidenza diffusa nei confronti della sua famiglia, vista come outsider per le origini metà siciliane e metà francesi. Pur consapevole delle colpe di cui si è macchiato il fratello, Gaetano ne reclama il corpo per dargli giusta sepoltura, trovando però un muro nelle autorità del villaggio, rappresentate dal sindaco Enza e dal maresciallo dei carabinieri. In compagnia di Anna, sua fidanzata e figlia di Enza, il silenzioso fornaio parigino decide di sfidare l’ordine cittadino per riprendersi il corpo del fratello.
On present-day Reunion Island, Patrice finds out about his brother's murder from the mouth of his killer. The same day, he is evicted from his own house. Whilst his mother cries out for revenge, Patrice would like to find a home... and keep his mind.
My grandmother, born in 1902, had ten children in an agricultural, devout and patriarchal world. My mother did not want children. She wanted to free herself from domestic contingencies. She became a civil servant and a city dweller. All my life, I had to deal with this aversion that she transmitted to me. Having chosen to live in the countryside, I find myself in my turn monopolized by my home. It is from my kitchen and my computer screen that I reconstruct our women's journeys under the influence of household and family obligations. My grandmother carried buckets of water with a yoke every day. Today my friends are coming back to washable diapers. I summon people, places and archives to question my intimate history by dialoguing with Michelle Perrot, historian of women's emancipation.
A chronicle about the everyday life of an Emmaüs community. Most of its people are migrants, mostly with children. They come from Albania, Chechnya, Morocco, Georgia, Mongolia, Afghanistan... Time flies between their work, homesickness, and nostalgia of the loved ones they will never see again.
Atchinsk, 4000 km from Moscow. In a building in this Siberia town, the residents cross paths in the stairs, not prone to discuss the current campaign to elect the next president.. Outside, the city lives by the rhythm of the cold, only the sound of the radio echos the anti-governemant protests of the capital. Those images of a sleeping town blend with some of the salaried-militants of Poutine's party. Iouri, political mercenary for united Russia coldly explains to me the mechanic of the system. The mise en scène of democratic life becomes a theater…