Sublime. Marker's musings on impermanence of human existence and memories narrated by a female narrator are both poetic and thoughtful. The 80s Japan takes the center stage as an alien world where a thousand years of time criss-crossing in every street corner, Kilgore Trout style. While Godard tries to cram a lot of the same ideas in his films but never manages successfully to fully articulate them, Marker does it so effortlessly here. Beautiful and wise beyond anything I've seen or read. Easily one of my new favorites of all time if not the favorite. Perhaps I should check out some Jonas Mekas?
*Chris Marker passed on at age 91, July 30th, 2012. R.I.P.
