What a charming, wonderful, whimsical, film about, at it's core, humanity. Agnes Varda is the French New Wave master, the lone female in a club of old men. She has many interesting things still left to say, even at the age of 88. She remains nimble if a little slow, clever, creative, and she still has an auteur's eye, even if her own eyesight is failing her. She embarks on this new journey with JR. Together they have this irresistible chemistry, reminiscent of Snoop Dogg and Martha Stewart. It shouldn't work, but it does. It's so charming that you can't help but smile. The two of them are so quirky together with JR's signature hat and sunglasses and Agnes Varda's bi-colored hair. The movie is about the march of time. It's about preserving moments and faces, old and new, as best we can despite the inevitability of their disappearance, best displayed by Guy in Normandy. The film is so full of joy capturing rural life and humanity at its rawest. But it is equally enjoyable when we just watch Varda and JR's backs, seated next to each other musing about life and Jean-Luc Godard.
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