Sunless
(Sans soleil)

To make a film the equivalent of part of its author’s imagination, into which we would be invited : has anyone gone further than Chris Marker with Sunless ? A woman reads letters from Marker’s double, Sandor Krasna, and these words unfold the pictures collected all over the world in an infinite game of rhymes and echoes. Matching the subjective contours of memory, sounding recent history and an intimate geography, the film’s montage becomes a veritable spiral (like in Vertigo), an imaginary museum of “things that make the heart beat”. In which dimensions of time and of History do we lead our lives? This sum of a film would like to embrace them all. FM