The 90 -year-old giant of the Nouvelle Vague on her latest movie, Faces Places, life with Jacques Demy, and that dirty rat Jean-Luc Godard
Agnes Varda is a dizzying blur of flecks- polka-dot trousers, polka-dot shirt, polka-dot socks, polka-dot scarf.” I’ve always loved polka dots. Ah, oui . It is a joyful influence, the polka dot. It is alive .” You could say the same of Varda. She is more joyously alive than anybody I had previously been met.
The progressive film-maker, grandmother of the Nouvelle Vague( she was only 30 when she was given that soubriquet- a compliment of styles) recently marked her 90 th birthday with a huge feast and a swim in the ocean. Her recent cinema, Faces Home, is released after the UK this week. It was nominated for a best documentary Oscar earlier this year, acquiring her the oldest campaigner in Academy history.
Faces Lieu is a joint enterprise with 35 -year-old French photographer/ creator JR. The pair travel around rural France in JR’s ” magical ” truck, which resembles a huge camera and redoubles as a photo studio. They meet works, discussed this about occupations that are fast changing or becoming obsolete, and celebrate their lives with big portraits pasted on dwellings, walls, dockyards, rock-and-roll faces and qualifies. In the movie, Varda likewise revisits her own past and sees the future. It could easily be maudlin or depressing, but Faces Neighbourhood is an exhilarating celebration of life.