This film highlights Agnes Varda's creative energies in a delightful way... but too bad they are all focused on Jane Birkin who I find utterly pretentious and annoying as hell. I really LOVE the concept at play here, but I can't stand the subject. So... I guess I'm torn on this one. I wish Varda had pointed her cameras deliberately on a more likable or interesting subject.
This was my first exposure to Jane Birkin in the flesh (I only know her as the person for whom Birkin bags are named), and I found her wispy, girlish voice tedious. Is this her attempt to sound like Marilyn Monroe? Thank god for Agnes Varda's presence and her lovely, frank voice. Varda's interweaving of various imaginative story lines keeps things bearable.
Sorry, but a muse is a muse is a muse. Jane B. is gorgeous. Her home is funky in a France in the 80s kind of way. Agnes is as cooky as ever, cutting documentary with drama, using the camera stylo as only she knows how. Even Serge makes an amusing appearance. But not a lot goes on for ninety-seven minutes that feel more like three hours.
Was never a fan of Birkin, still cringes over the way she whispers. But this film is so cleverly made and so charming, not at all from Birkin, but the film itself. The way it jumps back and forth from reality to imaginary scenes made it entertaining the whole way through. Also loved the classical art references.
Take all my stars, real life meeting surrealism. A gem for the imaginative. Plus Jane Birkin is one of the most sympathetic character there is to me. Nude casino scene and the classical painting and flies scene are both masterpieces. Does not quite transcend gender roles but all the flaws are forgiven.