I love this film, I love how it changes everytime you watch it. I am writing my honours thesis about memory and memorialising and recently re-watched this film as part of my research (on a big screen, on a small screen it is beautiful, on a big screen it is overwhelmingly, suffocatingly, stunningly, shockingly, confrontingly powerful). The first time this is a film about remembering, the second time it is about forgetting and remembering what you've forgotten. I cxouldn't believe the things I'd forgotten from my first viewing, the starved shrivelled cows stuck in mud, the African woman with the open wound and her family picking off the maggots, the Kennedy Robot, I wonder if there are more things about it I don't remember. Chris Marker has created a memorial to remembering, of images that are not just images, they are memories, his memories and now my memories, our memories. I know people who didn't like this film, didn't understand it, whereas I feel it in my heart, in my bones. It is a film you don't really watch so much as experience. Watching it is like remembering a dream.
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