It has recently been brought to my attention, by me to me, that Agnès Varda is one of my all-timers. I think I figured this out on a boat tour along the Seine in Paris this April, not longer after her death; we passed by the Louvre, where JR, her co-director on her last film, Faces Places, one of my best of 2017 picks, had an exhibit to commemorate her memory. When the tour guide mentioned this little fact, every Varda film I’ve ever seen came flashing back to my mind, and I welled up. Couldn’t help it. She was a treasure.
So watching One Sings, the Other Doesn’t felt like a palliative gesture, and I’m glad I did it.
You can read the full article over at Paste Magazine.
A Constant Visual Feast 