Bertrand Bonello

Bertrand Bonello – Tiresia (2003)

According to ancient mythology, Tiresia was both a man and a woman. Blinded by the rage of the goddess, the gods granted him higher vision. This version of the myth takes place in the suburbs of Paris. Tiresia is a Brazilian transexual of extreme beauty, earning her living as a prostitute, she shares an appartment illegally with her brother Terranova. With his morbid and poetic ideals, he falls madly in love with her, finding no other way to keep her for himself, he decides to kidnap her. Robbed of her daily fix of hormones, Tiresia finds herself slowly turning back into a man. Read More »

Bertrand Bonello – Sarah Winchester, opéra fantôme (2016)

An opera ballet that doesn’t exist. A ghost-like piece, played in Opera Bastille and danced at Opera Garnier, An almost mystical link between both scenes, A musician is testing sounds in Bastille’s pit, The choir are taking their place in the rehearsal studio, Both sides are fine tuning the work in progress of an opera ballet : SARAH WINCHESTER, her grief, her madness, her home and her ghosts. Read More »

Bertrand Bonello – Le pornographe AKA The Pornographer (2001)

Jacques Laurent made pornographic films in the 1970s and ’80s, but had put that aside for 20 years. His artistic ideas, born of the ’60s counter-culture, had elevated the entire genre. Older and paunchier, he is now directing a porno again. Jacques’s artistry clashes with his financially-troubled producer’s ideas about shooting hard-core sex. Jacques has been estranged from his son Joseph for years, since the son first learned the nature of the family business. They are now speaking again. Joseph and his friends want to recapture the idealism of 1968 with a protest. Separated from his wife, Jacques strives for personal renewal with plans to build a new house by himself… Read More »

Bertrand Bonello – Quelque chose d’organique AKA Something Organic (1998)

Paul and Marguerite are a five years old couple. Their love is strong, deep, tragic… visceral. Paul wants to control things. Marguerite is more free… Read More »

Bertrand Bonello – Nocturama (2016)


A group of young, multiracial radicals execute a series of terrorist attacks across Paris and then take shelter for the night in a shopping center while a massive manhunt is conducted outside. Read More »

Bertrand Bonello – L’Apollonide (Souvenirs de la maison close) aka House of Tolerance (2011)


The dawn of the XXth century: L’Apollonide, a house of tolerance, is living its last days.
In this closed world, where some men fall in love and others become viciously harmful, the girls share their secrets, their fears, their joys and their pains…

Des derniers jours du XIXe siècle à l’aube du XXe, la vie quotidienne des prostituées et de leur patronne dans une maison close. Criblée de dettes, cette dernière dissimule à ses employées la fermeture imminente de l’établissement. Connue sous le nom de « La femme qui rit », une prostituée a le visage marqué par un client dément. Une autre mourra de la syphilis. La plupart des filles rêvent de mariage, d’argent, de liberté. « L’Apollonide » est une cage dorée dans laquelle elles se fanent doucement. Le monde extérieur, ses tragédies, ses nouveautés et ses changements, n’y entre que par l’intermédiaire des habitués qui viennent rejoindre leurs filles favorites tous les soirs, et se confient à elles… Read More »

Bertrand Bonello – L’Apollonide (Souvenirs de la maison close) (2011)


Bertrand Bonello’s highly stylized look at the final days of a fin-de-siècle brothel in Paris conjures up the languid beauty and frank sexuality of French Romantic painting. Its visual sumptuousness lands somewhere between Ingres and Renoir but with stylistic provocations worthy of a time-travelling Baudelaire.

In the nineteenth century, much of the Parisian sex trade was confined to grands maisons, populated by elegant madams and a vetted clientele. They were akin to social clubs, with the gentleman participants expected to be as charming and witty as they might be in more respectable drawing rooms. The ladies were provocatively dressed and, upstairs, occupied numerous boudoirs ready for carnal pleasures. Even in such a controlled environment, dangers still lurked: disease was rampant and lethal, and sometimes even a gentleman might lose his temper and harm one of the women. Read More »