Viennale Walzer

An exhaustive, deceptively simple essay on the complex relationship between cinema and the real world in one and a half minutes. A blue spinning top, no, five spinning tops rotating on a reflecting surface with a butterfly, the sounds of a merry-go-round giving way to all too familiar music; the camera pans upwards, revealing Agnès Vardas motionless face looking down at the action, and from off-screen, her thoughts contradict the music of Strauß, two-fold, in French and in soft broken German: "Ah no, not those Viennese waltzes. Im thinking about film, on what happens every day. Im thinking...