Loved this. Similar to Abel Ferrara's Mulberry St. in that it's a record of a street and its characters, much better in that Varda does not impose herself into the frame, beyond occasional heard questions for her subjects. That way we get to see the people, and the film-maker's lens on them, rather than a whole load of congratulatory back-slapping. Result: A gentle take on a place in time and the human condition.
Took me straight back to my teenage years in small town 70’s UK. Who knew it was so like Paris at least in this street? My driving instructor had been a wrestling champion in a former life and was uncomfortably like the one in the film. Also waiting for my mum in the salon suffocated by setting lotions and the heat of hooded dryers. Bravo Agnes Varda for enabling me to see my youth with a more sympathetic eye.
Quietly heartbreaking. It feels like a wholly different world, in the way that our world of 2018 will to people 40 years hence. There is something so desperately poignant about the quotidian. No grand gestures. No eruptions of passion. But buying a baguette at that particular moment, in that particular place, from that particular person is so intimately personal it can feel almost overwhelming.
An intimate portrait of shop life in the mid-70s, that is both tender and raw, a careful mix most likely only achieved due to the closeness these people have with its creator. Varda filmed in her own street and the people's trust is telling. The scenes are natural and relaxed as if the camera wasn't there, which makes it all the more illuminating and interesting. Varda shows she has a great eye and sense of subject.
What a lovely film. Parisians doing what they do, or did, in 1975. Another country, another time, another world. Butchers, bakers, perfume makers, accordion players and a great magician. A real sense of community. Very well shot and beautifully edited. Delightful.