29 February 2008
Last night I watched a wonderful film by Agnes Varda called Cleo from 5 to 7 (1961). It focused on the a few hours of the life of Cleo, a young, vain pop singer in France who is waiting to hear about the results of a cancer biopsy. The film is shot in real time, so we are supposed to be experiencing an hour and half as Cleo experiences an hour and a half (despite the 5 to 7 title, it's probably more like 5 to 6:30). Through her we are led through the streets of Paris as she reflects on her own existence, allowing us to do so for ourselves as well as for this character whom we feel we know quite instantly. Cleo's brief, but significant, journey is cathartic and she is eventually able to find some kind of meaning or purpose to her life, though what it is exactly we can't be sure.