Raphaël Rocher

Raphaël Rocher’s filmography is honestly kind of wild if you’re into high-octane stuff mixed with a touch of French edge. Six jours (2024) just smacks you right in the face with its breakneck pacing—six days, a ticking clock, and a bunch of desperate characters all jostling for survival. It’s the kind of movie where you barely get a chance to breathe, and the stakes feel like they’re cranked up to eleven. Rocher doesn’t really do slow burns; he’s all about keeping you glued to your seat, probably sweating a little. Then there’s Antigang (2015), which leans into that gritty, urban action vibe. Think street chases, undercover cops, and the sort of rough-and-tumble crew that doesn’t play by anyone’s rules except their own. It’s got that punchy, kinetic energy—honestly, some of those fight scenes feel like they’re going to spill right out of the screen. Rocher knows how to make you root for a bunch of misfits, even when they’re breaking every rule in the book. Furies (2024) is where things get a bit more chaotic. It’s not your run-of-the-mill crime flick. There’s a raw edge to it, almost like the city itself is a character, and every alleyway hides a secret. Rocher’s style here is all about tension and unpredictability—every single shot feels loaded, like something’s about to blow. If you want movies that grab you by the collar and refuse to let go, his stuff pretty much delivers that every time.