Who says Vietnam wasn't the subtext of the late '60s work?

Bergman said he was "desperately ashamed" of this comedy "fiasco," but I kind of got a kick out of it. A dud from the master, it's a live-action cartoon, real Benny Hill-level stuff. I didn't know he could work this broad, and it's fun to see. See, he really could have worked with Jerry Lewis, à la that (very funny) parody, "Scenes From an Idiot's Marriage." I still wouldn't be surprised if the visual style and colors here influenced Fassbinder.

I am bursting with love for this film. It's everything I love; everything life and cinema should be: Paris, the left, music, love, creativity. This is a formally inventive look back on Agnes Varda's great, long life and career (and she is still going strong). My love for it overflows, gushes into this box, this container to fill with words. I felt tears of joy sting my face when, towards the end, I beheld the "house of cinema."