Olivier Auverlau

参加作品

Yellow Sunglasses
Director of Photography
Julia, a thirty-year-old newly separated and in search of a life change, finds two new friends. The three begin to live an intense friendship that turns into a love triangle in which their frustrations and fears of not knowing if they will manage to be who they dreamed to be when they were younger.
No Autumn, No Spring
Director of Photography
No Autumn, No Spring depicts modern day Guayaquil City and its invisible generation. Iván Mora Manzano’s punk ballad of rebellion, confrontation and the disenfranchised reveals the tribulations of young men and women who struggle deeply with the transition from adolescence to adulthood.
Crónicas
Camera Operator
A suspense thriller about a reporter from Miami who travels to Ecuador in pursuit of a serial killer known as the "Monster of Babahoyo."
Vida del Ahorcado
Director of Photography
Adaptation of Pablo Palacio short story that through a teacher and a group of his students, presents an exercise of dispersion and annihilation converted into an aesthetic object.
Silencio Nuclear
Director of Photography
After a nuclear catastrophe, a man who did not know how to continue living in silence went out to look for sounds, voices and whispers in the remains of a scorched nature.
De cuando la muerte nos visitó
Sound
An ordinary day in the life of a community on the Santa Elena Peninsula, on the Ecuadorian coast. The many characters in this documentary –simple people, heir to an ancient culture– present the true protagonist: death.
De cuando la muerte nos visitó
Producer
An ordinary day in the life of a community on the Santa Elena Peninsula, on the Ecuadorian coast. The many characters in this documentary –simple people, heir to an ancient culture– present the true protagonist: death.
De cuando la muerte nos visitó
Director of Photography
An ordinary day in the life of a community on the Santa Elena Peninsula, on the Ecuadorian coast. The many characters in this documentary –simple people, heir to an ancient culture– present the true protagonist: death.
Detrás del espejo
Sound
Oswaldo Guayasamín, one of the most renowned Latin American artists, with more than 600 portraits in his pictorial career, (among which are F. Mitterrand, Carolina de Mónaco, Juan Carlos I, Rigoberta Menchu) paints his self-portrait, while he tells us the foundations of his art.
Detrás del espejo
Director of Photography
Oswaldo Guayasamín, one of the most renowned Latin American artists, with more than 600 portraits in his pictorial career, (among which are F. Mitterrand, Carolina de Mónaco, Juan Carlos I, Rigoberta Menchu) paints his self-portrait, while he tells us the foundations of his art.
Between Marx and a Naked Woman
Director of Photography
Between Marx and a Naked Woman is the adaptation of a novel written by Ecuadorian Poet, Jorge Enrique Adoum. The scenes of this film insert us into Ecuador in the sixties, when the electoral struggle, convoked by the military government for a new return to democracy, is in full force. Galvez’s left-wing party must elect its candidate, but he is shoved to one side because of the criticism of the party’s political leadership. While his struggle becomes bitter, he must withstand the frustration of not being able to offer full love to Margaramaría, another party member.
Jusqu’au silence
Director of Photography
Anna comes from a violent past that has left her a recluse in her solitude.When a man knocks at the door her infancy returns....Will Anna open the door to the universe that she has created for herself to let life enter?
Les Enfants de la Terre
Editor
Les Enfants de la Terre, documentary short
Les Enfants de la Terre
Director of Photography
Les Enfants de la Terre, documentary short
Les Enfants de la Terre
Director
Les Enfants de la Terre, documentary short
Fermes tes jolis yeux
Director of Photography
In a village in Belgium, the earth opens up, letting out the voice of a man, a stone worker. His fingers sculpt and carve, but the flashes of stone stop at the walls of a small workshop attached to his house. Each blow of his chisel rips a piece of history, of conscience, of struggle into oblivion. Meanwhile, not so far from his workshop, the quarry, without age, without memory, advances, devours the surrounding houses, the streets, the town, the roots...