A gentle tribute to an older relative of Agnès Varda, a man she'd never met who in 1967 was living on a makeshift houseboat among other artists and hippies in Sausalito. There are little flashes of Varda's beautiful touch, such as that transparent red heart, but overall this one didn't dazzle me as so much of her other work does. Uncle Yanco comments on the peace movement, the family tree, how he perceives art, the need to connect to nature via sailing, and how "hell is doing what you don't want to," the latter after getting up from a nap. It's pretty fascinating to see the colors in his artwork and relate them to the Director's use of color in her films, and it's clear they are kindred spirits. Perhaps his lament that "there is a tragic difference between what you imagine and what you paint" is universal to all artists as well. It's inoffensive in its 18 minute run time, but not all that stirring, despite what I assume had great personal meaning to Varda.
Review of Uncle Yanco
