L'Une Chante, L'Autre Pas

Agnes Varda, 1977
It feels deeply cruel to take against this film, due to it being morally impeccable. Abd it doesn't even do this in an annoying way; it is, all flipness aside, of the upmost importance that this message is dispersed, picked up, examined. The women's movement has utterly lacked, due to the sexism of the industry, such examples, and for that this film is utterly necessary.
The lack of conflict, of worry and tension, in Varda's world does though lead to a certain case that this is basically a series of people that at least this viewer found rather annoying, doing rather annoying things. As written, this message is of course entirely right; but it lacks complexity (perhaps necessarilly, for the clear pedagogic function), and, when preaching to the converted, is not the most illuminating watch.