Agnes Varda, 1991
This evocation of Jacques Demy's childhood, interspersed with clips of his films and him in the present, is charming. It is also simply very interesting, especially when one has at least a cursory knowledge of Demy's films (the more the better).
The past is nicely taken into little pieces, never 'sweet', with the moves to colour when the cinematic world enters. This film is a film for cinephiles; it is frankly exhillirating watching the slow bursting of an imaginative world.
The camera adopts Varda's usualy techniques of the tracking shots that float, catching already ongoing actions, that again gives a sense of more than just a single subjectivity, but a world. The 'story' is engagingly paced, with one of the more thoughtful portraits of the occupation, due to it being, in a sense, realised that Dem'y childhood couldn't really be said to be 'defined' by it. Important, obviously, but life did and must go on, in it way.
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