Guy Maezelle

参加作品

Calamity
Director of Photography
France meets her son’s girlfriend for the first time. She loses control...
Na Wewe
Director of Photography
Na Wewe is a 2010 Belgian short film directed by Ivan Goldschmidt, set in Burundi in 1994 or thereabouts. There is a civil war on, a genocidal conflict opposing Hutus and Tutsis. The film follows an attack by rebels of a minibus transporting ordinary passengers -- but who is a Hutu and who is a Tutsi? The film was nominated for an Oscar for Best Live Action Short Film.
Bokar Rimpoche: Meditation Master
Director of Photography
By way of a journey through the landscapes of Himalaya's mountains , the film invites us to discover the everyday life of Bokar Rimpoche; one of Tibetan Buddhism's great spiritual masters Master. Through his teachings, Bokar Rimpoche proposes a real introduction to Buddhism.
Bokar Rimpoche: Meditation Master
Producer
By way of a journey through the landscapes of Himalaya's mountains , the film invites us to discover the everyday life of Bokar Rimpoche; one of Tibetan Buddhism's great spiritual masters Master. Through his teachings, Bokar Rimpoche proposes a real introduction to Buddhism.
Bokar Rimpoche: Meditation Master
Writer
By way of a journey through the landscapes of Himalaya's mountains , the film invites us to discover the everyday life of Bokar Rimpoche; one of Tibetan Buddhism's great spiritual masters Master. Through his teachings, Bokar Rimpoche proposes a real introduction to Buddhism.
Bokar Rimpoche: Meditation Master
Director
By way of a journey through the landscapes of Himalaya's mountains , the film invites us to discover the everyday life of Bokar Rimpoche; one of Tibetan Buddhism's great spiritual masters Master. Through his teachings, Bokar Rimpoche proposes a real introduction to Buddhism.
Krapatchouk
Electrician
Two young men have left their obscure Balkan country to earn some money as "guest workers" in western Europe. On their way back home, they attempt to change trains in Paris but encounter surprising difficulties from the ticket authorities there. It seems that political changes have rendered their homeland nonexistent, and their passports are no good. Before long, they are stranded in Paris without passports, without a country, and soon even their luggage is stolen. Their fumbling efforts to straighten out the mess result in the French press getting into the act, labeling them as Russian spies. The Parisian expatriate community takes them into its bosom, and romance blooms between one of the lads and a Spanish hatmaker, before they finally achieve a (highly improbable) solution for their difficulties.