This is my short love letter to The Beaches of Agnès (Varda, 2009), a documentary I'm grateful to have seen and would recommend. It is off the wall--at times loose (the camera captures household mirrors placed on a beach) and at times structured (interviews and historical footage)--as it questions what film is and how it is that a great filmmaker, Agnès Varda--both director and subject of the camera--finds herself, and finds herself in the story of film.
In doing so she gets the last word in each of the conversations she depicts and participates in, from the French New Wave to the present. But she doesn't resolve as the story keeps on going.
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