Film, exhibition, book. This week’s editor’s picks for top things to watch and read.
Cinema, my love
Does cinema help you live better? How does the screen offer us the world as a spectacle? Arno Desplechin brings his alter ego (played by Mathieu Amalic As I argued…) explore these issues in a hybrid object at the intersection of documentary, fiction and self-portraiture. After the history of photography and Lumière Cinematograph, Spectators ! refers to Paul’s youth, his first time in the cinema (Ghosts), his first shock in theaters (Screams and whispersby Ingmar Bergman) or to notable filmmakers in his lifetime, such as Claude Lanzmann, whose holocaust was decisive in Desplechin’s career and life. Posted on excerpts from cult movies (Napoleonby Abel Gans, Journey to the End of HellBy Michael Cimino AliensJames Cameron’s…), the French director’s voice enhances this declaration of love for cinema through philosophical reflections on the relationship between images and stories, time and movement. Certainly a special film, but lovers of Arnaud Despleins, as well as André Bazin, François Truffaut and Nostalgia for Henri Langlois criticism will appreciate the gesture. M.L.
Spectators , By Arno Desplechin.
Kate Barry’s look
Kate Barry, Kate Barry Foundation, coll. Nicéphore Niépce Museum, Chalon-sur-Saône
An uncertain part of the planetary garden. Thus the thinker Gilles Clemens defines the “third landscape.” Thus we can describe the wild grass, the puddle, the public bench, the dilapidated facade, the damp asphalt, the waste heap, that is, most of the poor motifs on which Keith Barry (1967 -2013): From him we know the family saga, demons, portraits of actresses, the tragic end. So few of these outdoor images, where the hidden sun illumines what the men agree to leave.Curator Sylvain Besson, director of collections at the Nicéphore-Niépce Museum in Chalons-sur-Saëns, to which the artist’s relatives donated his collection in 2021, are again puts it in the center of attention. Because they make up the discreet and, arguably, most telling part of the unfinished business, where the otherwise famous faces and “Rungis mouths” intersect.These “tracks”, Kate Barry has recorded them since 2002, in Jordan, India, Japan, alone or with Jean Rollin. with his traveling and melancholy friend, with whom he crossed the Savannah in 2007, Flenery In the footsteps of O’Connor, and conducted a survey. Dinard in 2011 for his “Real Estate Autobiography Essay.” He had an “irrational fear of being seen” filming his feet. These verses say it all.In these desolate places, where the green is fighting for life, that is all we see. V.H.
“Interstices. Kate Barry and the landscape,” until March 8 at Pavillon Carré de Baudouin, Paris. pavilioncarredebaudouin.fr
White walk
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Philippe Besson is an impressionist painter of reality, a reality that is not always pleasant.There are dark sides to the work of this author, who is sometimes inspired by his own life as well Stop your lies!, Some Paul Derigrandromantic wounds or more universal facts such as the departure of the last child and the empty nest syndrome The last childbrother’s death back his brother Novel or domestic violence adapted for film by Patrice Chereau This is not news.
“Lifting my head, I linger on the shirt, hanging from the hanger Juliet has made for me. Then I look at the curtains that filter the morning light; we can guess that the sun is already there, cruel. And I think that maybe we should not have said yes. the memory of a son who became a victim of a real scourge. He prepares himself for this walk, putting together the puzzle pieces of this horrific story that he could not, nor did he want to see coming. what should we do? Not to do? In this fiery novel that sets our hearts on fire and opens our eyes, a father talks to us about his son, Philippe Besson talks to us, about us, warns us to have the right words, the right gestures, the right attitude, because the darkness of the world doesn’t just happen to others. BB:
Let me tell you about my sonby Philippe Besson, Éditions Julliard, 198 p., €20.
Source: Le Figaro
