La Jetée (1962)
Chris Marker’s slide show rather than a motion picture—except for one spooky moment, an image of a woman, among a long series of stills…that blinks—but no less powerful for that and with a quiet voice over narration, peels away the distraction of manic actors, to leave only the stark outlines of the thesis which I found to be the memory, the image, of an encounter, that so inhabits a person psyche as to…but Paul Bowles grasped the elusive concept:
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it?