In '91 this was my first taste of either Demy or Varda and it wound up being one of my fav films that year. Watching it now after becoming familiar with their perspective works the film is even more satisfying. What a lovely tribute to one's spouse while remaining high art and somewhat experimental. A mix of b&w and colour, of narrative and home movie and in the end a tribute not only to Demy but to cinema itself.
Un film de una dulzura exquisita, una biografía de la infancia de Jacques Demy que asimismo es un poema visual de amor, y a la vez una elegía, porque allí está ese cuerpo del hombre amado que ya era un fantasma y que la pantalla, como una vaga escena de ultratumba, recrea, ilumina y vacía en la playa de Agnes.