Movies: L Atelier Documentaire

Mojtaba, Hamzeh, Zar are among other individuals who have been thrown into prison and ideologically interrogated in Iran. In this documentary, the director wants them to interrogate him as agents of the Islamic Republic might. He would like the real ...

A prison cell is set up in an empty room on the edge of Paris. Three former political prisoners from Iran re-enact how they were once interrogated and tortured. With quiet scepticism, the film asks whether their experiences can be accessed in this wa...

A handful of prisoners in WWII camps risked their lives to take clandestine photographs and document the hell the Nazis were hiding from the world. In the vestiges of the camps, director Christophe Cognet retraces the footsteps of these courageous me...

Symbol in the eyes of urbanites of an authentic nature, the French forest is going through an unprecedented phase of industrialization. Heavy mechanization, monocultures, fertilizers and pesticides, forest management follows the intensive agricultura...

The Senegal River forms the national border between Mauritania and Senegal. In 1989, war broke out between these countries, along and around the river. Both sides committed atrocities. Senegalese filmmaker Alassane Diago was just a young child at the...

In 1962, Yann Le Masson films the words of Algerian activists upon their release from prison in France. Over 50 years later, as the soundtrack has disappeared, the filmmaker sets out to find these women....

In a first-person documentary, Diako Yazdani, a political refugee in France, returns to see his family in Iraqi Kurdistan and introduces them to a 23-year-old gay man from Kojin who seeks to exist in a society where he seems unable to find its place...

The revolutions that swept Latin America in the second half of the 20th century owe much to the participation of millions of Christians who engaged in political struggles in the name of their faith, paying a heavy toll for undermining the traditional...

Ana Rosa was a pianist and the music was the only thing that went through the wall of silence. She was never talked about in the family, neither my father, nor my uncle psychiatrist, his children. But I was told many times that I looked like her....

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