“No origin, no purpose, no departure point, no arrival, the body’s zero hour”. The trembling image of Basile Doganis’ film accompanies the bur­ning body of Japanese butoh dancer Kô Murobushi during a long slow dance in suspension. From one image to another, the lights projected onto his body and the...

The grandmother shown in the can­did opening shot is seated on her sofa to the humming of a refrigerator, hunched under the film’s obstinate gaze, swatting the odd fly to ease the discomfort caused by the camera. The grandmother is in fact ill. A disease is eating away her face...