R.I.P. Agnes Varda, 1928-2019. I only became aware of her very late in the game. She was in a movie called “Faces Places,” 2017, wherein she traveled the French countryside with a Banksy-ish graffiti artist. They went around to all sorts of wonderful villages and put up huge portraits of the locals on the sides of buildings.
For the first five minutes of the movie, I thought it was far too precious and self-involved and I prepared to leave the theater. I can’t remember what happened, but I decided to stick around a little longer. Before too long, I had fallen in love with her, and her young hipster artist, and the French people they encountered in their journeys.
I highly recommend “Faces Places.” I know nothing about “Vagabond,” but I’m going to find it!