The Beaches of Agnès (Agnès Varda, 2009) - The opening lines of this beautiful, intelligent and heartfelt autobiographical documentary, spoken by the director Agnès Varda, are "I am playing the role of a little old lady, pleasantly plump and talkative, telling her life story." We then see Agnès and several of her crew set up mirrors on the beach, thereby showing us the process of making the film we are watching within the film we are watching, and further shows us reality reflected (in the mirrors) inside of a film which is attempting to reflect reality. In other words, this is a film that knows it's a film.
It is not cynical about the manipulative power of filmmaking, but rather joyously experimental, trying desperately to push the limits of the medium to their breaking points. The periodic, self-reflexive reminders that this is indeed a film and not reality serve a purpose that expands the power of the story to a degree impossible for films that deal in straight fiction (even most documentaries collude to present a fictional, i.e. constructed, version of reality). This is a delicate trick, as self-reflexivity in films tends to make the viewer care less about the story. Here, in contrast, it's as if Agnès is screaming at the top of her metaphorical lungs: "I Want To Tell You The Truth But I Can't So This Is The Best I Can Do!"
The narrative follows a generally chronological approach to documenting the life story of Agnès Varda, who began her career as a photographer, and soon transitioned to filmmaking. The French New Wave became the Next Big Thing in the late 1950's and suddenly artistically curious yet modestly ambitious filmmakers such as herself were given the opportunity to direct feature-length films with guaranteed funding and distribution. Her first film was Cléo from 5 to 7 and its success garnered her instant international reputation. What follows is a bit of a personal history lesson, and we are impressed by her inventiveness, her instinct for inclusiveness in her art, and her great love of humanity.
As we move through the timeline, we break from strict chronological order, and Varda connects themes that she explored at different points in her life. The editing is poetic and brilliant. It follows the internal logic of thought rather than the guidelines of strict narrative structure. Its playfulness is exhilarating, and at no point does it lag or overstate its points. As she says, "It's like a puzzle. You put the pieces here and there, until it comes together. But there's a hole in the center." That hole is a result of the fact that still, despite her approach of pushing the limits of film, it is still a constructed flight of fancy, and is not Real in the capital-R sense of the word.
The reason this film is so great isn't just its formal mastery and intellectual playfulness, but rather its powerful emotional undercurrent to which we can all relate. I will again let Agnès speak for herself. As she looks at many of the subjects of her early photography, she remarks: "Mostly what I see is, they're dead. I cry for them from my heart. Naturally, I think of Jacques. Every tear, every flower, every rose and every begonia, is a flower for Jacques." The memory of her late husband Jacques Demy, another French New Wave filmmaker and the love of her life, who died tragically of AIDS in 1990, gives her autobiography an emotional weight that is undeniably moving, as her expression of her loss is so poetically articulated.
The "hole" she mentioned earlier isn't just a deconstructive allusion, as it undoubtedly refers to the hole left by Jacques's absence from her life. The film is really about the power of the recorded image to capture people and freeze them in a time and place. To go back and re-watch these images from her life is to honor the people whose memory will live on through the celluloid. Agnès remarks at the end, with wisdom as well as sadness, "It only happened yesterday, but it's already the past."
Maxwell Anderson is an avid film watcher and blogger. He is also a freelance assistant video editor in New York City. You can contact him through his blog Ecstatic Text: http://ecstatictext.blogspot.com
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