Tartalmak(1)
An exhaustive, deceptively simple essay on the relationship between cinema and the real world in 1.5 minutes. Five spinning tops rotating on a reflecting surface with a butterfly, the sounds of a merry-go-round giving way to all too familiar music; the camera pans upwards, revealing Agnès Varda’s motionless face looking down at the action, and from off-screen, her thoughts contradict the music of Strauß, two-fold, in French and in soft broken German: “Ah no, not those Viennese waltzes. I’m thinking about film, on what happens every day. I’m thinking of bread, of salt, earth, corn, bread, the sea, salt.” What follows are images (and sounds) of these essential things, where there is time to take a closer look at the objects. (Viennale)
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