It's clear to me that Sans soleil will be a film that i will engage with many times in future and this is only the first time i have seen it, and have taken back only certain things specific to this point in my life.
To me it's a long poem about the city of tokyo, about remembering and forgetting, and the existence of mythologies, The invisible side of the city, about the silent ghosts that walk the alleys, about the spirits that rest, still, inside the stone sculptures, about the black bird the flies in the sky above the skyline, as people go about their activities in a blur induced by fast motion.
Even as its all these things, it turns upside and down, and rather than being about all these things, becomes about the mind that generates these things, the dreams ( maybe collective) that the city dreams, the images that do the rounds, the media and its reflection upon what we see behind our eyelids at night.
the more i try to describe it, the more convoluted it gets in my head and i become tentative, but i look forward to watching this once again and whatever little i got from it, it does leave you with the feeling that you feel when you're in proximity of "art".
It has made me think about characters again, at a very basic level, when i think of it in direct corelation with the project that im about to take up in the near future. Humans are incredibly complex creatures,and its better to paint them in abstract brush strokes, never really completing the exact outline and leaving them open, un-understood, incomplete.
Here's another essay on the film that i've read and it gave me new perspectives i'd have never thought of.
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