For some
reason, I found it difficult to pinpoint my reaction to La Jette. While I was
watching it, I felt pretty neutral towards it. It's possible that with its
sparse imagery and narration I was lulled into a calm, hypnotic state. The
story was engaging but a little confusing to me. The ending certainly had an
impact though – I think because that kind of a twist appealed to my comfort
with mainstream narrative films.
I really
enjoyed the portion of the film where the couple goes to the museum with the stuffed
animals. Many of those shots were stunning – particularly one where their
bodies were obscured behind a screen and a bird hung overhead.
I had a
more vivid reaction to Sans Soleil.
The filming felt both very intimate and very distant. Marker really captured
the Lost in Translation feeling of being a Westerner abroad. The filmmaker was
in awe of the culture, in the midst of it and yet wholly separate.
The film
takes on a very melancholy feeling, which is appropriate for its name. I think
part of the reason for this is that we as an audience seem to be floating
through the cultures without an anchor – it feels very lonely. Marker also
focused on some of the disturbing yet banal features of a large city – the superficial
ads that go abandoned and unnoticed.
Also,
more than any other documentary I’ve seen, I genuinely wondered about the lives
of the people on camera. I think since I couldn’t assume what their lives were
like outside of when they were being filmed, I became very curious about their
everyday.
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