Watched Jane B. by Agnès V. and it’s nothing like a normal biopic—thank god. Agnès Varda lets Jane Birkin be not just herself, but a goddess, a jungle girl, a saint, a joke, a mother. Sometimes in a painting, sometimes in a dream. Sometimes just… her. It’s weird. It’s soft. It’s like a scrapbook made of memories and costumes and little heartbreaks. I didn’t always know what was happening—but I didn’t want it to stop. Every frame feels like it’s humming with something. Made in 1988, but somehow more alive than half the stuff I’ve seen this year. #entertainment #movie #dreamlikecinema