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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Nuit Blanche




Nuit Blanche

ArevManoukian directs a dramatic and visual short film. The story of how he became a director is rather interesting. He was thrown right into it. He applied to be a production assistant on a music video shoot but their director had just quit. After the producer saw his reel, he invited Manoukian to the location scout and gave him the job. The producer met the artists and made a shot list on the spot while listening to the music for the first time. It was Manoukian’s first job with a real crew, 35mm film and about 60 extras. The next morning Manoukian did not know what to do when he got to set early, so he started hauling sand bags to help the guys. The key grip told him never to touch the gear. He was a director!



Nuit Blanche explores an experience many of us have lived before – a fleeting yet powerful connection with a perfect stranger. Set in a dark cobblestone street in the 1950’s, a man catches the gaze of a woman in a cafe across the street. This split-second moment becomes suspended in time, as the two gravitate towards each other in a hyper real fantasy where nothing can hold them back.

Directed by: Arev Manoukian
Cinematographer: Arev Manoukian
arev.ca

  • Prix Ars – Golden Nica Winner
  • LG Film Festival – Grand Prize Winner
  • Featured at the Museum of Modern Art in Moscow (MMOMA)
  • Featured at Siggraph 2010
  • Featured in Wired, Motionographer, Stash, Schon and Shots magazine




2 comments:

  1. Right from the start, I found something very comforting about the setting of the video, Better. Of course, at the end, one hopes that the saga does continue for the both of them.

    ~Manfred
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  2. Glad you liked this, M.

    The film is a stardust with an exciting and mysterious quality. The essence of romanticism woven like tapestry flowing smoothly as poetry. A most exquisite romance made of fairy tale too finespun where two solitudes marched on recklessly towards, onward through the realms of time.

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