La Jetée v. les singes

i watched La Jetée.

it rendered me speechless.

something must be said.

[
Chris Marker's film left me wishing i had never seen 12 Monkeys, not because it was a poor adaptation (it was a surprisingly close reading of the original, right down to the mise-en-scène of the jailors), but because my mind wanted to superimpose Gilliam's interpretation. the underlying issues are the same in both, but in 12 Monkeys they are subsumed by the narrative, effaced and rendered invisible to the point of impotence.

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these things:

memory, Freud, childhood trauma, Oedipus and obsession

are at the fore of La Jetée,

without the distraction:

moving subjects...

poetry

the difference between

and prose

not to mention

allusion:

Vertigo.