Cléo from 5 to 7 (1962)
Another Varda, this time with a looser slice of life narrative and less sinister than Le Bonheur and Vagabond. At least on the surface as Cleo’s way of dealing with a possible cancer diagnosis in those one a half hour here, is very tragic beneath the lovely visuals in beautiful Paris. The city is full of life and how everyone else is used to see Cleo from the outside was an interesting stylistic choice. It is all about perception and expectations, clearly symbolized with all the mirrors Cleo see herself in through the film. I liked the experimental aspects of this, but it wasn’t as thought provoking as Le Bonheur or Vagabond.
Rating: 3