Russian people are passing before us during an endless train journey in winter. We lose ourselves in their speeches, gestures, faces, eyes. Anecdotes turn into admissions. Memory invades the compartment and seizes the empty spaces of the present. The train continues through the snow, cold and grey fog… An infinite film existing somewhere between the ephemeral and the eternal.
Stéphane Breton
Director
Directed by John Ford70%
Public Speaking70%
The Class of ‘9271%
John Candy: I Like Me78%
Iron Maiden: Burning Ambition86%
I Am Heath Ledger74%
Sherman's March67%
McQueen74%
Seduced and Abandoned62%
My Mom Jayne80%
In the Realms of the Unreal71%
Woman77%
Lionel Messi: Destiny78%
180° South72%
Daguerréotypes73%
A Plastic Ocean75%
As I Was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty77%
Katy Perry: Part of Me71%
The Summers of It - Chapter Two: It Ends71%
Human84%
