Screenplay
Seventeen-year-old Jeff is invited by his friend Max’s family to stay at the wilderness lodge of film director Blake Cadieux.
Director
Seventeen-year-old Jeff is invited by his friend Max’s family to stay at the wilderness lodge of film director Blake Cadieux.
Writer
Three teenagers are shaken up by their first loves in the turmoil of their youth. At a time when others are conforming, they stand their ground and assert their right to love and be free.
Director
Three teenagers are shaken up by their first loves in the turmoil of their youth. At a time when others are conforming, they stand their ground and assert their right to love and be free.
Writer
Autumn, somewhere in Copenhagen: a pair of students, Emil and Victoria, can’t make their relationship work but can’t quite break up either. Philippe, who has just lost his job as a professor in a film school, followed by his apartment, can’t cope with the way his affair with a young literature student ended and now he’s crashing with some of his old students, including Emil. Naturally, he soon meets Victoria.
Autumn, somewhere in Copenhagen: a pair of students, Emil and Victoria, can’t make their relationship work but can’t quite break up either. Philippe, who has just lost his job as a professor in a film school, followed by his apartment, can’t cope with the way his affair with a young literature student ended and now he’s crashing with some of his old students, including Emil. Naturally, he soon meets Victoria.
Director
Autumn, somewhere in Copenhagen: a pair of students, Emil and Victoria, can’t make their relationship work but can’t quite break up either. Philippe, who has just lost his job as a professor in a film school, followed by his apartment, can’t cope with the way his affair with a young literature student ended and now he’s crashing with some of his old students, including Emil. Naturally, he soon meets Victoria.
Screenplay
While Montreal is in the throes of a string of kidnappings targeting young boys, ten-year-old Felix is finishing his school year in the seemingly quiet suburb where he lives. A sensitive boy with a vivid imagination, Felix is afraid of everything. Little by little, his imaginary demons begin to mirror those of the truly disturbing world around him.
Director
While Montreal is in the throes of a string of kidnappings targeting young boys, ten-year-old Felix is finishing his school year in the seemingly quiet suburb where he lives. A sensitive boy with a vivid imagination, Felix is afraid of everything. Little by little, his imaginary demons begin to mirror those of the truly disturbing world around him.
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Hotel-Dieu Hospital in Montreal, one of the oldest in North America. In the emergency ward, patients await their diagnosis, foreshadowed by the most personal questions from doctors. Others don't have the luxury of worrying about such things. They suffer in pain, fight to live or simply want it all to end, despairing at the body's inability to do what it's supposed to. We cannot face disease, much less face those who suffer from it. But what's left of the human once laid out on the operating table, dreading bad news or anticipating the end? Something moving, feeling, loving. The heart that beats.
Cinematography
Hotel-Dieu Hospital in Montreal, one of the oldest in North America. In the emergency ward, patients await their diagnosis, foreshadowed by the most personal questions from doctors. Others don't have the luxury of worrying about such things. They suffer in pain, fight to live or simply want it all to end, despairing at the body's inability to do what it's supposed to. We cannot face disease, much less face those who suffer from it. But what's left of the human once laid out on the operating table, dreading bad news or anticipating the end? Something moving, feeling, loving. The heart that beats.
Director
Hotel-Dieu Hospital in Montreal, one of the oldest in North America. In the emergency ward, patients await their diagnosis, foreshadowed by the most personal questions from doctors. Others don't have the luxury of worrying about such things. They suffer in pain, fight to live or simply want it all to end, despairing at the body's inability to do what it's supposed to. We cannot face disease, much less face those who suffer from it. But what's left of the human once laid out on the operating table, dreading bad news or anticipating the end? Something moving, feeling, loving. The heart that beats.
