I’m pretty sure that every “intellectual” in the world has already seen Sans Soleil (1983) by Chris Marker, and now I have. So what does that make me?
I’m also pretty sure that Netflix Instant reached the height of popularity many months ago, when I still didn’t have Internet in my apartment. But I got Internet last week, and now I know about it, so it’s brand spanking new to me. Did you know it is awesome? I didn’t go to three birthday parties because of it, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t showered since I last left the house. Four days ago. I kid.
Anyway, as you probably have both Netflix Instant and an intellect in your apartment, you should watch Sans Soleil. The script is incredibly beautifully written, and has the undertones of yearning and melancholy, like a great love story, even though one is never referenced. (Did you know melancholy is mourning without letting go?) Despite the fact that it was made when I was a year old, living on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx, smoking cigarettes with my non-intellectual 22-year-old parents, the film is incredibly poignant to me. Here are some of the best quotes:
For my ennui: “I’ve been round the world several times and now only banality still interests me.”