Catalogue des films de « Mehdi Benallal »

I met Raymonde Baurès when I was 18. She was 60 then. I have this deep recollection of her pride when she referred to her as a communist. Almost twenty years later, she called me on the phone and so we met again. For months, she told me about her...

“This strange country is not foreign to me”: of the suburb where he spent part of his childhood, Mehdi Benallal remembers the straightness of the streets, whose toponymy – echoing the presence of the French Film Archives at Bois d’Arcy –...

Under the Arcueil aqueduct, clouds are gliding, night is falling. Separated by static shots of this majestic piece of urban architecture a stone-throw away from the Paris city limits, the stories of four dreams divide a parallel world. Other...