Alain Resnais, Je t’aime, je t’aime (1968)
This was buried in our queue, but we awoke today to discover the passing of M. Resnais, truly a towering figure in the history of cinema, whose loss we mourn. He loved cats, temporal dislocation, high-modernist cinema, and lefty politics, and we loved him for all of it.
We just saw this at the Film Forum in NYC a week ago; if the fact that this film remains unavailable on DVD in the U.S., thus reducing us to cribbing ugly screencaps from Spanish-subtitled prints on the youtubes, while we have not yet burned every known print of Forrest Gump and scrubbed it from cultural memory, does not make you at LEAST throw a rock through a Redbox machine, well, we fear you are just hopelessly complacent and probably in need of serious re-education. Possibly in the form of a time-shifting brain-shaped machine as envisioned by Resnais, just sayin’.
RIP, sir. Say hello to Chris Marker, and all the cats in utopia.
(See also, the Cats of Resnais: Statues Also Die, Hiroshima mon amour, Wild Grass, I Want to Go Home … and surely more to come, as we pay tribute by immersing ourselves further in his work).