Agnès Varda's film tenderly showcases the silent intricacies of a child's experience with parental detachment of one or the other kind. In those delicate moments, the repetition of monotonous routines becomes a makeshift home. Varda, with her characteristic nuance, also portrays womanhood in a rare and luminous light. There are times you feel bad for the kid, then for the mother, then for the distance between them and then sudden bits of their closeness hit you like a warm wind. The film felt both achingly real yet dreamlike.
Agnès Varda's film tenderly showcases the silent intricacies of a child's experience with parental detachment of one or the other kind. In those delicate moments, the repetition of monotonous routines becomes a makeshift home. Varda, with her characteristic nuance, also portrays womanhood in a rare and luminous light. There are times you feel bad for the kid, then for the mother, then for the distance between them and then sudden bits of their closeness hit you like a warm wind. The film felt both achingly real yet dreamlike.
