In La Jetée, Chris Marker finesses still images that are meant to simultaneously represent the past as well as the future until they approximate motion. That is to say, he takes frames that exist in alternative time zones and wills them into motion, a motion that is, in filmic terms, the very embodiment of the present tense. Remembrance of Things to Come may sound from its title like a cute turn on Proustian concerns, but it is actually a haunting examination of another photographer’s work, a body of pictures that Marker seems to conclude reflect the parallel existence of past and future in much the same way he earlier proposed via sci-fi parable.
Marker sees Denise Bellon (whose daughter Yannick Bellon co-directed this film with Marker) not quite as a photojournalist, not quite as a documentarian, not quite as an aesthetician. She was an image-maker. Bellon’s work coincided not only with her association with the rise of surrealism, but also the false sense of social and political lull that assuaged Europe between the two World Wars. Marker thoroughly mines her photography for all the ethnographic, artistic, historic and philosophical merit it’s worth, and if the sensory results are, typical of Marker, more difficult to explain than most other films, the implications he suggests (without ever actually outright pushing) have an intimidating clarity.
Bellon shoots images of supple young 1930s bodies in their nakedness; Marker sees the vigor of denial. Bellon shoots the smiling but discernibly saddened face of a Moroccan prostitute; Marker ruminates on mankind’s infallible sense of self-determined premonition. Bellon shoots Salvador Dalí; Marker notes the lack of a cat within the frame. I’m deliberately misrepresenting what images spurn which discursive theories in order to draw attention to how complex and knotted Marker’s presentation can be. Marker builds his arguments from the diaspora of his brain waves, but Remembrance of Things to Come briefly and succinctly reiterates Marker’s notion that photography’s ability to stretch a single moment into a pocket time warp serves as a metaphor for our own multifaceted experiences. We all operate with the knowledge of our own timelines and how they work within history’s chronology. Marker’s just a little bit more wry about blurring the distinction.
The worst I can say about this transfer is that it’s not anamorphic. The approximately 1.78:1 aspect ratio will look a little bit pinched on widescreen monitors. There’s also a corresponding lack of detail within the images that, given the subject matter, is beyond unfortunate. Still, it appears to have been sourced from a clean video transfer, and the narration of Alexandra Stewart (who also voiced the English-language version of Sans Soleil) rings clear.
Marker devotes one major through line of his tapestry to Bellon’s daughters, and though the extra features here don’t do much more to expose the daughter who stood in front of the cameras, it does provide more context for the one who went behind them (i.e. the co-director of Remembrance). Yannick Bellon’s 1950 documentary Colette follows the eccentric author of the title. As you can probably imagine, its 30 minutes aren’t exactly spent running down the details a la David Copperfield.
Perhaps Chris Marker is ageless because he compresses the past and present into one cosmic "now."