Sans soleil (1983)

»I’ve been around the world several times, and now only banality still interests me.«

Filled with pregnant visual and verbal quotes, this is an intriguing, soft-spoken and curious rumination on time, memory, travel, ritual – and the human condition in different parts of the world, predominantly Japan. Detached, self-referential and highly cerebral, slowly absorbing you. But who is »he« and who am »I«?

»Memory is to one, what history is to the other; an impossibility«. Magical, lyrical, and in my book of experimental documentaries.


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