Mes nuits feront écho (2016)

In Quebec, Mexico and Asia, three sensitive souls heed the call of the images and melodies that haunt their days and nights. Moved at once by loss, yearning and longing, Eliane (Eliane Préfontaine), Romes (Gerardo Trejoluna) and his father Pablo (Felipe Casanova) decide to take action before it is too late. Whatever the risks, they must let their dreams take flight. Implicitly trusting that inner voice dwelling inside us all, Sophie Goyette beckons us on a sensory journey where travel, art, dream, and memory serve as mileposts. Her first feature film blurs the boundary that separates night from day; poetry blooms where these two worlds intersect. As she attentively follows the three characters' quests, the filmmaker directs our gaze to the magic that seeps from the cracks in daily life. In doing so, she raises universal questions about being human, about what binds us to each other and to reality. "Mes nuits feront écho" is a bottle that Eliane, Romes or Pablo might have cast adrift: within it, a loving tribute to cinema and its ability to bring back to us what has ceased to be.