42° TORINO FILM FESTIVAL
INTERNATIONAL DOCUMENTARIES COMPETITION
IMMÉMORIAL, CHANTS DE LA GRANDE NUIT
by Béatrice Kordon
Death is on the horizon of every life, and yet, we know nothing of it, and we can’t say anything about it. We can only attempt to grasp some reflections through the mirror that we hold out to it: myths, rituals, dances... which then become places where ties can be established with the inexpressible.
Biography
film director

Béatrice Kordon
(France) upon graduation as a director of photography from La Fémis, quickly headed towards directing films that explore and question cinematography. Her films are at the crossroads between the documentary process, experimental cinema, sound creation and fine arts, weaving multiple threads from various materials – video, film, painting, footage… Her films include Héros Désarmés (1997), Tu crois qu’on peut parler d’autre chose que d’amour (1999), codirected by Sylvie Ballyot, or Dithyrambe pour Dionysos (2008), Les Insensés, fragments pour un passage (2014) and Immemorial, Songs of the Great Night (2024). Alongside of her own films, she works with other directors on photography or editing, she led directing workshops in several institutions, and started to collaborate in 2018 with the performance arts scene. Since 2013, she works also on wood sculptures and installations.
FILMOGRAFIA
Héros Désarmés (coregia Sylvie Ballyot, mm, 1997), Tu crois qu’on peut parler d’autre chose que d’amour (coregia Sylvie Ballyot, cm, 1999), Asyla (cm, 2001), Regarde-moi (coregia Sylvie Ballyot, cm, 2003), Dithyrambe pour Dionysos (mm, 2008), Les Insensés, fragments pour un passage (mm, 2014), Buleria Sarkhat Al Ar (coregia Naïssam Jalal, videoclip, 2020), Immémorial, chants de la grande nuit (doc, 2024).
Declaration
film director
“Ten years ago, I took care of my father during his long agony in an intensive care unit. An intensive care unit is a particular place, bordering on the edge of the world. An intermediary point between the world of the living and the dead, where this boundary itself becomes irrelevant: like an embodiment of limbo. We were immersed in it, my father and I, in a relationship as intimate as inexpressible, far beyond his silent coma and the machines artificially keeping him alive. I lived poignant moments, often tough, but also very peaceful and sometimes very happy – not the least of the contradictions I was confronted with. As the weeks went by, I saw myself losing all my bearings, one by one. The linearity of time and the contours of space gradually lost their prerogatives, opening me up to a world that seemed suddenly enlarged, at once serene and chaotic.”
Cast
& Credits
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