Sans soleil

Titolo originale: Sans soleil
Regia: Chris Marker |
Anno: 1983
Origine: France |
Generi: Documentario
Tag: travelogue | ethnography | poetic documentary |
Cast: Florence Delay | Amílcar Cabral | Arielle Dombasle | Bin Akao | David Coverdale | Chris Marker |

Classificato come documentario, questo lavoro di Chris Marker contiene in realtà anche molti elementi di fiction. Girato perlopiù in Giappone e in Guinea (ma in parte anche in Islanda, a Parigi e a San Francisco) è una riflessione articolata e complessa sul tema della memoria.

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Narrator: I will have spent my life trying to unde [...] D
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Narrator: What Narita brought back to me, like a s [...] D
Narrator: He used to write me from Africa. He cont [...] D
Narrator: I went back to Narita for the birthday o [...] D
Narrator: Off Okinawa kamikaze dived on the Americ [...] D
Narrator: If the images of the present don't chang [...] D
Narrator: I have returned from a country where dea [...] D
Narrator: Who said that time heals all wounds? It [...] D
Narrator: He wrote me: curiosity of course, and th [...] D
Narrator: I've heard this sentence, "The partition [...] D
Narrator: Absolute beauty also has a name and a fa [...] D
Narrator: Today, young right wing activists protes [...] D
Narrator: The youth that get together every weeken [...] D
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Narrator: From this fake tower-the only thing that [...] D
Narrator: The small bar in Shinjuku reminded him o [...] D
Narrator: Only one film had been capable of portra [...] D
Narrator: I did it all. All the way to the evening [...] D
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Narrator: He liked the fragility of those moments [...] D
Narrator: I spent the day in front of my TV set, t [...] D
Narrator: I'm writing you all this from another wo [...] D
Narrator: The sad fate of the comic strip heroines [...] D
Narrator: I took the measure of the unbearable van [...] D
Narrator: For the moment, the inseparable philosop [...] D
Narrator: The commercial becomes a kind of haiku t [...] D
Narrator: My constant comings and goings are not a [...] D
Narrator: One has to believe in a kind of amnesia [...] D
Narrator: Do we ever know where history is made? R [...] D
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