Sunless
(Sans soleil)

A man is travelling, camera in hand, a woman reads the letters he sends her giving news of the world and thereby of himself. Between words, things and spaces, comes a planetary peregrination intent on highlighting and stitching back together “some rips in the fabric of time”. How then can the world’s vision and speeds – those of Africa, Japan, the West – be synchronised? We are often inclined to see Chris Marker as the filmmaker of memory, but we also need to look at his images as ones that tell us the immediate future of a present still constellated into thousands of scattered fragments of the past. Marker belongs to a world of accentuated and networked resonances, where things stand for themselves and regain the possibility of a proximity hitherto unimagined. A poetic foreshadowing in the form of a film about a world that lets itself be seen more easily than understood. JB