The club as a place of endless (im)possibilities. A man and a woman wait here together for 25 years for a mysterious, all-changing event to occur. From 1979 to 2004: from disco to techno. A love story and an obsession.

The club as a place of endless (im)possibilities. A man and a woman wait here together for 25 years for a mysterious, all-changing event to occur. From 1979 to 2004: from disco to techno. A love story and an obsession.

Nadia is in her late 30s and begins a serious relationship with a teen named Pierre.

Nadia is in her late 30s and begins a serious relationship with a teen named Pierre.

Oedipus arrives in Thebes and finds a devastated city, where the young men are devoured by a monstrous beast, the Sphinx. He decides to deliver the inhabitants of this plague installed on the roof of a building.

Rudolf, a bookshop salesman, Gabriel, an actor, and Nicolas, a bar waiter, share more than one common point: the three of them are thirty-something, gay and... neurotic! So what a shock when following a sentimental break-up, Rudolf decides to leave Paris (and his two friends at the same time). What he wants is to put order in his life and it seems to him the best thing to do is to move back to the village of his birth, somewhere in the Austrian mountains, far from the chaos of Parisian life. After a moment of panic, Gabriel and Nicolas decide to follow Rudolf to Styria. Little do they know how eventful their trip will be...

Josephine goes from Brussels to Paris by foot. She follows the direction taken by the Thalys, the rapid train she usually takes for this journey. She stops along the way, depending on people who allow to her rest awhile.

A man is dreaming of a city. Unless the city is dreaming of him.

The film-maker goes back to Bologna where he did a stay twenty years earlier. The ties of a patchy, lacunal and tragic memory begin to interweave the Italy of the “years of lead” and that of Berlusconi.

The film-maker goes back to Bologna where he did a stay twenty years earlier. The ties of a patchy, lacunal and tragic memory begin to interweave the Italy of the “years of lead” and that of Berlusconi.