I was sorry to hear that Agnes Varda had died. I first fell in love with her films when I saw The Beaches of Agnes a few years ago. I’d never seen anything quite like it before – playful and serious, funny and fully prepared to tease at and dismantle boundaries.
I thought this tribute – put together when Agnes was still alive – caught a lot of my feelings about her films:
It was good to see the same spirit at work last year in Faces Places – all the mischief was there, but was I imagining a different vulnerability too?