It ends so arbitrarily, as if to imply that it could've gone on indefinitely. Sometimes I open my mouth to speak and am silenced by what feel like infinite choices, of words, of truths, of framing - even in answer to something specific. This stops me. It doesn't stop Varda, who simply makes it into a film. A lovely approach: meditative and deep, if not quite as wise as that goat's.
A meditation on so much. Images, memory, the vastness of narrative compared to a frozen image in time. The pains and joys of lives that are not revealed in one image of them but also all that can be read into an image. All that it can mean. It is, after all, capturing time for all eternity. I love Agnes Varda :-)
An intriguing look at the past through the eyes of a photographer and her subjects. Varda leisurely yet elegantly breaks down each element of her photograph "Ulysse" revealing more about the moment captured in time, and her process. Short but revealing. A picture worth 1000 words.
La mémoire, cette triste fonction intellectuelle que peu savent correctement exploiter, est mise en lumière par la magnanime Varda, dans un jeu photographique des plus amusants. Un beau moment de poésie, toujours dans l'infinie profondeur du noir et du blanc