Jean-Louis Costes

In the Pyrenees Mountains, cows dance in the pastures and ring bells night and day.

A short film be Jean-Louis Costes from 2005.

Put in perspective by the September 11 events, a critique of the desensitization at work in media exposure, and the numbness produced by repeated exposure.

A girl is completely addicted to her smartphone. She spends her time texting... But a mysterious correspondent declares his love by message and plays hide and seek with her, gradually destroying her psyche

After yet another fight with his girlfriend, a man obsessed with the biblical story of Saul flees halfway across the world to Saül, a town in the Amazonian jungle of French Guiana, gets drunk, and walks into the night with a machete. His wife follows and finds him too late. One of the director’s strangest and most mystical films. Domestic collapse becomes biblical fatalism: a man mistakes escape for destiny, and discovers love only as regret after repair proves impossible.

An S/M couple kidnaps a young victim and tortures her. They film the tortures and send the videos to the girl's husband, hoping to horrify him and get a reaction. But the husband is excited and asks for more...

Costes in Tokyo, crying for the lost geisha, suicides in a hotel room. Filmed at night in Tokyo in a shady hotel in the middle of bars with whores and love hotels.

A suburban hooligan thinks he's Caligula and wants to wreak havoc on his neighbourhood. But everything turns against him...

Costes in New York, hooked on crack because of a woman (Lydia Zamm). Shot on location in New York City, with an eclectic cast. Early-90s New York City sleaze in loose camcorder form: hotel rooms, street romance, and a ravaged downtown that refuses to stay in the background.

Left alone, a man reverts to infancy: diapers, toys, and a deposit on the carpet. Every adult hides a child who just wants to be held. With Lisa Suckdog Carver.

Solitary home performance. The title is a Haitian expression for what one does in private when no one but God is watching.