The city is leaving, slowly casting off, on the edge of time... It is leaving lightly... Not so far away, elsewhere, where time passes, has passed, will pass, on the horizon of time... The image glides on its path, a paper cargo ship, daughter of oblivion, free of history. It passes like a cloud, a dead leaf... A few stones remain, marked by vague eternity. A voice passes, from time to time, from distant memory... An ancient traveller? A distracted vagabond? It stands far away, in the rolling of time, silent.
Martine Rousset
Director
Flashbacks of a Fool61%
Doctor Who: The Runaway Bride78%
Time Lapse65%
Goodbye June65%
Scandalous Sex68%
The Fog67%
Kate & Leopold63%
Strange but True60%
Freaks67%
Frankenstein Unbound58%
The Nutcracker and the Four Realms60%
Eleanor the Great68%
A Royal Winter71%
Time Freak66%
The Brave Little Toaster69%
Chaos Walking65%
Bastard Out of Carolina71%
Arrival76%
Bad Sister65%
Skin63%
