This is the piece I recently wrote to commemorate the great film-essayist Chris Marker. My main point:
One of Marker’s gifts is his ability to film the products of culture—from ceramic cat statues to video games to African masks—as if they were living things. They glow with their own uniqueness, energized by the memories and obsessions that created them. After watching enough Chris Marker movies, you eventually realize that these things really are alive. For time is what all experience is made of, and imagination—which also goes by the name memory—weaves and repairs time.