film review
Cléo from 5 to 7
A beautiful pop singer drifts through Paris in real time for ninety minutes, a reluctant flâneuse awaiting a medical verdict with the power to end everything. She enters the film as an object to be regarded and leaves it, quietly, as someone who at last returns the gaze. Agnès Varda perceived women long before cinema was prepared to.
what it left me with
The entire arc of growing up compresses into the instant one stops performing for the mirror and turns, at last, to genuinely see the room.
this is one entry from a wandering list of films, books, shows and albums, kept by someone trying to live a slightly more deliberate life.
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