Faces Places ★★½

Set aside the May-December “friendship” between co-auteurs “JR” and Agnes Varda (with too much scripted cuteness to come across as authentic) and the hagiographic nostalgia for the French New Wave (of which I’m not a fan) and what you’ve got left is an exercise in pasting giant pictures of faces on places, which would actually be fine with me but for Varda’s need to womansplain the significance of it all.