
Agnès Varda takes an unusual approach to autobiography in THE BEACHES OF AGNES
CinéSalon: THE BEACHES OF AGNÈS (LES PLAGES D’AGNÈS) (Agnès Varda, 2008)
French Institute Alliance Française, Florence Gould Hall
55 East 59th St. between Madison & Park Aves.
Tuesday, May 3, $14, 4:00 & 7:30
Series continues Tuesdays through May 31
212-355-6100
www.fiaf.org
“The whole idea of fragmentation appeals to me,” filmmaker, photographer, and installation artist Agnès Varda says in the middle of her unusual cinematic autobiography, the César-winning documentary The Beaches of Agnès. “It corresponds so naturally to questions of memory. Is it possible to reconstitute this personality, this person Jean Vilar, who was so exceptional?” She might have been referring to her friend, the French actor and theater director, but the exceptional Belgian-French Varda might as well have been referring to herself. Later she explains, “My memories swarm around me like confused flies. I hesitate to remember all that. I don’t want to.” Fortunately for viewers, Varda (Jacquot de Nantes, The Gleaners and I) does delve into her past in the film, sharing choice tidbits from throughout her life and career, in creative and offbeat ways that are charmingly self-effacing. Using cleverly arranged film clips, re-creations, photographs, and an array of frames and mirrors, the eighty-year-old Varda discusses such colleagues as Jean-Luc Godard, Chris Marker, and Alain Resnais; shares personal details of her long relationship with Jacques Demy; visits her childhood home; rebuilds an old film set; speaks with her daughter, Rosalie Varda, and son, Mathieu Demy; talks about several of her classic films, including La Pointe Courte, Cléo from 5 to 7, and Vagabond; and, in her ever-present bangs, walks barefoot along beaches, fully aware that the camera is following her every move and reveling in it while also feigning occasional shyness. Filmmakers don’t generally write and direct documentaries about themselves, but unsurprisingly, the Nouvelle Vague legend and first woman to win an honorary Palme d’or makes The Beaches of Agnès about as artistic as it can get without becoming pretentious and laudatory. The film is screening May 3 at 4:00 and 7:30, kicking off FIAF’s “Creative Encounters” CinéSalon series, comprising five unique documentary portraits. (By the way, the FIAF award Varda won in 2013 was from the International Federation of Film Archives for her work in film presentation and restoration, not from the French Institute Alliance Française.) The festival continues every Tuesday in May with Guillaume Nicloux’s The Kidnapping of Michel Houellebecq, Michel Gondry’s Is the Man Who Is Tall Happy?, Claire Denis’s Jacques Rivette, the Night Watchman, and Chantal Akerman’s One Day Pina Asked…




John Goldschmidt’s Dough is a sweet-natured, goodhearted buddy movie that can’t quite escape its leavened story, never quite rising to its potential. (Pardon the puns, but the film opens in New York City during Passover, when observant Jews cannot eat bread products made with yeast.) The great Jonathan Pryce stars as Nat Dayan, a kosher baker in London’s East End who specializes in bagels, challah, and muffins for a devoted but dwindling clientele. When a large chain supermarket moves in next door, ruthless developer Sam Cotton (Philip Davis) hires away Nat’s assistant in a direct attempt to force him out of business. Desperately seeking a new employee — and regularly expressing disappointment that his son, Stephen (Daniel Caltigirone), chose a law career over the family legacy — Nat agrees to hire Ayyash (Jerome Holder), the teenage son of his cleaning woman, Darfur refugee Safa (Natasha Gordon). Ayyash is a low-level drug dealer trying to make a good impression on Victor (Ian Hart), the brutal, violent local drug kingpin. The white and Jewish Nat and the black and Muslim Ayyash mix like, well, oil and water at first as the former teaches the latter how to bake, but when Ayyash accidentally drops some pot into the dough mixer, customers go crazy for the resulting challah, giving renewed energy to Nat and his customers. Meanwhile, the old curmudgeon is being courted by the recently widowed Joanna Silverman (Pauline Collins), the bakery’s landlady. 



A genuine American treasure, City Lights is one of Charlie Chaplin’s most thoroughly entertaining masterpieces. Serving as writer, director, editor, producer, and composer, Chaplin also stars as the Little Tramp, a destitute man who instantly falls in love upon seeing a blind Flower Girl (Virginia Cherrill). When she mistakes him for a millionaire with a fancy car, he decides to pretend to be rich so she might like him, but when he actually becomes pals with the business tycoon (Harry Myers), he thinks he might eventually be able to get the money for her to get a new operation that could restore her eyesight. The only problem is that the millionaire, who parties wildly with the Little Tramp every evening, taking him to ritzy nightclubs and even giving him his car at one point, remembers nothing the next morning, and doesn’t want anything to do with him. It all leads to an unforgettable conclusion that pulls at the heartstrings. Despite the availability of sound, Chaplin chose to make City Lights a silent picture, although he did incorporate sound effects and, in one section, distorted speech. Although the film features several hysterical slapstick bits, including the opening, when the Little Tramp is sleeping on a statue entitled “Peace and Prosperity” as it is unveiled, and a scene in which he saves the millionaire from a suicide attempt, virtually every minute comments on the social reality of depression-era America and the widening gap between the rich and the poor. Metaphors abound as the Little Tramp tries his best to maintain a smile and search out love during the bleakest of times. City Lights is screening at 11:00 am April 29, 30, and May 1 in the “Weekend Classics” film series “Classic IFC Center,” consisting of favorite films selected by the theater’s managers, projectionists, and floor staff; City Lights was chosen by administrative staffer Asha P., who notes, “If only one of Charles Chaplin’s films could be preserved, City Lights would come the closest….” The festival continues through June 26 with such other greats as Black Narcissus, Ace in the Hole, The Godfather, Shadow of a Doubt, and Loves of a Blonde.