Dans mon Ventre
2026 · 2m
Directed by Douce Cléophée
Genres: drama, essay film, experimental
Tones: contemplative, provocative, sensual
Without dialogue, this sensory poem-cinema takes a woman's belly as its narrative space — a place of learned desire, silent losses and trivialised violence — and questions beauty where it is almost never allowed: inside.
Picked by Margot
The scouts
Everyone's obsessed with the interior-as-metaphor thing right now, but Cléophée actually does something genuinely weird here—she's not making the belly poetic, she's making it *political*, which means she has to resist every impulse to aestheticize it, and most filmmakers don't have the spine for that restraint.
This is the kind of formally rigorous essay-film that knows exactly what it owes to the body-as-text lineage—from Schneemann to contemporary feminist cinema—but earns its place by refusing sentimentality in favor of a kind of anatomical honesty that feels both ancient and urgent.
The decision to let the camera stay *inside* the body—not metaphorically hovering over it, but actually dwelling in texture and shadow—is what transforms what could've been a concept into something tactile and real; two minutes of pure sensory commitment.