Director
Octave and Flora have been in a romantic relationship for a long time on an online game without ever having seen each other. While Flora burns with desire to meet her virtual lover, it is not the case of Octave, deeply complexed by a burn ravaging half his face. Weary of the situation, Flora gives Octave a date so that they can finally meet. Will their love survive this meeting?
Director
Vincent is involved in the making of a video game called Soulkeeper in which he plays the main character, a knight that came back from the dead. For his first day on the set, he's being followed by a TV crew.
Producer
In a land at the end of the world, it is said that a magic forest exists that can make appear the being most desired by travelers who stay there, a creature from a distant memory, a dreamed present, or an uncertain future.
Writer
In a land at the end of the world, it is said that a magic forest exists that can make appear the being most desired by travelers who stay there, a creature from a distant memory, a dreamed present, or an uncertain future.
Director
In a land at the end of the world, it is said that a magic forest exists that can make appear the being most desired by travelers who stay there, a creature from a distant memory, a dreamed present, or an uncertain future.
Producer
They say that the world got silent. They say that you went far away, with the cries, the laughs, the tomorrows. They say that the world has disappeared. But Oscar, he hears them whisper at night. Behind the walls, far from the men, at the end of the corridors…
Writer
They say that the world got silent. They say that you went far away, with the cries, the laughs, the tomorrows. They say that the world has disappeared. But Oscar, he hears them whisper at night. Behind the walls, far from the men, at the end of the corridors…
Director
They say that the world got silent. They say that you went far away, with the cries, the laughs, the tomorrows. They say that the world has disappeared. But Oscar, he hears them whisper at night. Behind the walls, far from the men, at the end of the corridors…
