Cream of the screens
Documentaries handpicked from film festivals. Every two weeks Tënk focuses its attention on one festival, highlighting a choice of films from current or past years, so as to gradually build up a picture mapping out the different slants and standpoints of these major cinema events.
PROGRAMMERS
Éva Tourrent
Tënk's Artistic Director
Jérémie Jorrand
Tënk's Editorial and programming Director
... and some contributions from other programmers.
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La Blessure
Despite being injured by police and denied asylum, Blandine is forced to seek refuge in a building amongst others with her husband. Written with Jean-Luc Nancy, "La Blessure"’s migrants personify the pain that is the black heart of European democracy.
Erased, __Ascent of the Invisible
Erased, __Ascent of the Invisible
Subscription accessThirty-five years ago, I witnessed the event of someone I've known since, he was gone. Ten years ago, I saw his face in the street but I was not sure it was him. Part of his face was missing. however, something was different as it was not the same person.
Our City
This is Brussels, the capital of Europe, a city made of concrete cages wrapped in glass, run by its businessmen and politicians, activated by its tradesmen and animated by its office workers. In its interstices, out of bureaucracy’s reach, there’s another Brussels, one that’s still breathing. We hear the beating of its multicultural heart, we see the traces of all the other cities, all these ci...
La Blessure
Despite being injured by police and denied asylum, Blandine is forced to seek refuge in a building amongst others with her husband. Written with Jean-Luc Nancy, "La Blessure"’s migrants personify the pain that is the black heart of European democracy.
Erased, __Ascent of the Invisible
Erased, __Ascent of the Invisible
Subscription accessThirty-five years ago, I witnessed the event of someone I've known since, he was gone. Ten years ago, I saw his face in the street but I was not sure it was him. Part of his face was missing. however, something was different as it was not the same person.
Our City
This is Brussels, the capital of Europe, a city made of concrete cages wrapped in glass, run by its businessmen and politicians, activated by its tradesmen and animated by its office workers. In its interstices, out of bureaucracy’s reach, there’s another Brussels, one that’s still breathing. We hear the beating of its multicultural heart, we see the traces of all the other cities, all these ci...
