Sans Soleil (Marker, 1983): BFI Southbank, NFT2, 6.10pm
Chicago Reader review:
Chris Marker’s 1982 masterpiece is one of the key nonfiction films of
our time—a personal philosophical essay that concentrates mainly on
contemporary Tokyo but also includes footage shot in Iceland,
Guinea-Bissau, and San Francisco (where the filmmaker tracks down all
the locations from Hitchcock’s Vertigo). Difficult to describe
and almost impossible to summarize, this poetic journal of a major
French filmmaker radiates in all directions, exploring and reflecting
upon many decades of experience. While Marker’s brilliance as a thinker
and filmmaker has largely (and unfairly) been eclipsed by Godard’s,
there is conceivably no film in the entire Godard canon that has as much
to say about the state of the world, and the wit and beauty of Marker’s
highly original form of discourse leave a profound aftertaste. A film
about subjectivity, death, photography, social custom, and consciousness
itself, Sans Soleil registers like a poem one might find in a time capsule.
Jonathan Rosenbaum
Here (and above) is the trailer.
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