Refuseniks: Agnès Varda on The Gleaners and I

With The Gleaners and I, Varda was liberated by her digital camera to produce a more intimate form of documentary essay, marked by a deft political approach and a remarkable lightness of touch. In our January 2001 issue, she talked to Chris Darke about mixing the personal, the political and the potato.

The Gleaners and I (2000)

Now in her early seventies, Agnès Varda has long been known as “the grandmother of the New Wave”. She was 25 years old when she made her first feature, La Pointe Courte (1954), which French film historian Georges Sadoul called “the first film of the French nouvelle vague”. Its interplay between conscience, emotion and the real world makes it a direct antecedent of Alain Resnais’s Hiroshima mon amour (1959). In fact Resnais edited Varda’s film, and a year later she accompanied Chris Marker to China as an adviser on his Sunday in Peking. So, at least initially, Varda was bracketed with Resnais and Marker as part of a ‘Left Bank’ grouping that distinguished itself from the Cahiers du cinéma crowd through its literary and documentary tendencies as well as its pronounced left-wing leanings. 

Married to Jacques Demy (who died in 1990), Varda has been making films for almost 50 years, including features, shorts and documentaries. But of late only a few of her works have received significant international attention: Vagabond (Sans toit ni loi, 1985), a bleakly beautiful road movie featuring Sandrine Bonnaire as Mona, a young homeless woman adrift in rural southern France, and Jacquot de Nantes (1991), a charming tribute to her late husband which mixes fiction and documentary. Varda describes her latest film, The Gleaners and I (Les Glaneurs et la Glaneuse) as a “wandering road documentary”. While it covers some of the same ground as Vagabond – for instance, rural poverty and subsistence living – it returns to the start of her career in that it could be described as a fascinating digital updating of the nouvelle vague essay documentary form.

The French verb glaner means ‘to glean’ and glaneurs were those who gathered the leftovers after a harvest. Represented in classical French painting by Jean-François Millet and Jules Breton – whose images Varda uses in her film – the venerable tradition is protected by a statute in the French Penal Code. Between September 1998 and April 1999 Varda filmed present-day gleaners in urban and rural France. The resulting film is a study of those living at the margins of French society. But it’s also a digressive self-portrait, a first-person documentary detour through the edges of consumer society and a discourse on rubbish, whose lightness of touch and deft political approach have made it a surprise hit in France. “There are those who glean because they need to, those who do it because they are artists and others who do it because they enjoy it,” Varda says. From rural caravan-dwellers who live out of refuse bins and waste dumps to bricolage artists who find material for their work in scrap, what Varda describes as “this same modest gesture of gleaning” unites the gallery of people she encounters.

The Gleaners and I (2000)

Call it recycling, salvaging or just getting by, in Varda’s examination this “modest gesture” becomes complex and highly political. In one sequence a robed rural legal eagle consults his penal bible in a field full of cauliflowers and defines gleaning as picking up “that which others have thrown away or abandoned”. “It’s a film about waste,” Varda says. “I did a press conference in New York where someone very correctly observed that the film is also about the people who aren’t ‘preformatted’, the human equivalents of the potatoes that aren’t the right size for the supermarket shelves.” (The film informs us that 25 tons of the 4,500 tons of potatoes harvested each season on one farm are dumped because they exceed the two- to four-inch diameter deemed marketable.) “What follows,” Varda adds, “is the full-scale marginalisation of all manner of people.”

“It’s not a harsh documentary,” she insists. “It’s the treatment of reality that’s interesting, the way beauty is emphasised. It may be unfashionable to say so, but I like beauty. Though that might seem strange in a social documentary.” Strange and possibly even risky in less adept hands. But one of the pleasures of Varda’s approach lies in the way it accommodates and even encourages digression. A visit to a vineyard reveals the owner to be a distant relative of Étienne-Jules Marey, which allows Varda to include a short homage to the man she calls “the father of all filmmakers”. “There’s a liberty of tone that perhaps comes with age,” she acknowledges. “This allowed me in making a social documentary not to hide the fact that I love paintings, or that I’m talking about myself as well as about others. Obviously incorporating Marey into a film about gleaning is difficult but that was one of the surprises. I allowed myself the freedom to discover such things. So I’m saying something about my journey in search of the gleaners as well.”

La Glaneuse of the French title is Varda herself and ‘gleaning’ can also be applied to the way she approached her material – both its gathering and its assembly. And appropriately the film’s success in France – where it pulled in 43,000 Parisian spectators over the first nine weeks of its summer release and as late as November was still playing on four screens having attracted an audience of 70,000 – has owed less to traditional methods of distribution than to word-of-mouth. A film about gleaning that was itself gleaned by the public? Varda dismisses my overextended metaphor. The film wasn’t “gleaned”, she insists, but “loved”. “I’ve never in my entire career felt that people have loved a film of mine as much as this one. The numbers of people who’ve seen it, who’ve talked about it – they were our publicity because documentaries can’t afford much advertising. The Centre Nationale de la Cinématographie paid for three prints to go into small towns, even villages. Rural audiences may number only between 40 and 80, but that was the idea. When I worked as a photographer with Jean Vilar at the Théâtre Nationale Populaire after the war the idea wasn’t to reduce culture to the lowest common denominator but to bring people something that was intelligent, concerned, unusual and generous. That’s what’s happened with this film.”

The Gleaners and I (2000)

One of the most interesting aspects of The Gleaners and I is how it is both informed by the past and absolutely of the moment. Its juxtaposition of classical painting with documentary images of present-day social reality is akin to its use of digital video to revitalise the personal and digressive documentary form of the film essay. Varda dismisses the importance of the digital element of the equation. “What’s missing in all this talk of digital technologies is the understanding that they’re only tools to shoot and edit with, they’re not ends in themselves. To see stuff that’s technically sophisticated but that says nothing doesn’t interest me. For me, the DV camera and the Avid are tools I use to get closer to people more easily and to shoot on my own – and to collapse the time lapse between wanting to film something and actually being able to do it.” For Varda, the first-person artisan filmmaking encouraged by digital video is nothing new. In her case, DV really does mean déjà vu. “My working with digital cameras always amuses people – there goes grandma with her DV,” she jokes. “But I have the last laugh. It took ten months to do the editing but I’m in the habit of editing at home because I like to work in this artisan way. I’ll do the editing or make up my press dossiers, go out to take some shots, come back and cook. I’ve always worked like that. The editing room, the production quarters and the house form the three parts of my domestic set-up. When the kids were little, Jacques also worked like that. So for me, a film is a slice of life, it’s not a production.”

The Gleaners and I is part of a tendency in current documentary-making to privilege the filmmaker’s own subjectivity, to place who’s doing the looking alongside what’s being looked at. At last year’s Marseille ‘Vues sur les docs’ festival, director Laurent Roth provided an elegantly polemical sketch of the context for such work: “For some years now visual culture has been overwhelmed by raw, unauthored, so-called objective images of reality, as though effacing the filmmaker’s look guaranteed greater realism. The response has been straightforwardly to reclaim the idea of the filmmaker’s subjectivity.” But ‘authored’ documentary means different things in different cultures. In France such figures as Varda and Marker, Resnais and Alain Cavalier – whose recent film Vies (Lives, 2000) is a highly regarded example of the ‘new’ DV essay – have long been exploring the overlapping realms of fiction and documentary, mixing the first person and the factual to produce works that emphasise the sensibility through which reality is filtered and constructed. In British documentary the Griersonian distaste for what one might call authorial presence has tended to produce a reactive genre where the idea of authorship is less a self-questioning of the filmmaker’s subjectivity than an uneasily voyeuristic form of celebrity. Think, for instance, of Nick Broomfield tracking Courtney Love (Kurt & Courtney, 1998), or of Molly Dineen filming Geri Halliwell (Geri, 1999). That’s not to say that the genre of the documentary essay is entirely alien to the UK: throughout the 90s Patrick Keiller, Andrew Kötting and Chris Petit have each explored the form in very different ways, producing highly personalised accounts of politics, culture and geography that connect back to the nouvelle vague tradition.

Varda calls her own approach cinécriture, a kind of ‘filmic writing’, and there are several moments in The Gleaners and I where she doesn’t so much intrude into the reality before the camera as remind us who’s holding it. And she’s well aware of both the possibilities and the pitfalls of DV. At the beginning of the film she presents a short visual poem praising the opportunities opened up by these cameras and the “stroboscopic, narcissistic and hypnotic” effects they allow. DV enables her to present strangely direct self-portrait sketches: returning home from Japan, she takes in her apartment, filming her cats, her plants and a damp patch on the ceiling which she finds resembles a piece of abstract painting by Antoni Tàpies. Unpacking her suitcase, she relates how she came across a group of Rembrandt self-portraits in a Japanese department store and her handheld camera glides across a postcard reproduction of a late Rembrandt before coming to rest on her own hand. “I enter into the horror of it,” she narrates as she focuses on the signs of ageing, the wrinkles and the liver-spots. “I’ve a feeling that I’m an animal. Worse, an animal I don’t know.”

The Gleaners and I (2000)

“That shot wasn’t foreseen or planned,” Varda tells me. “It happened intuitively and I would never have been able to do it if I’d had to tell a DP to film my hand. One hand filmed and the other hand was the subject.” The sense of awed self-recognition in this image of “death at work” is oddly moving yet manages to avoid being either solipsistic or narcissistic because it’s part of a strategy of sidelong glances the film incorporates. Taking to the road to investigate legal proceedings brought by a supermarket chain against a group of young homeless people who’ve been going through its rubbish bins, Varda films a man sitting on a bridge watching peacefully as the river rolls by. She says she considered talking to him but didn’t. This glimpsed, noncommittal moment acts almost as a declaration of the film’s desire to glance at the life that’s going on over its shoulder, off screen and out of shot.

“Documentary is a school for modesty, you have to put your artistic ego on hold because you’re at the service of the people you film,” Varda says. “But I like to feel there’s someone behind a film and I think people feel that I’m behind this film, to judge from the letters I’ve received. They have the impression of having met me and the people in the film, there’s a real sense of intimacy.” Varda’s achievement in The Gleaners and I is not only to remind wannabe DV documentarists of the vitality of the first-person essay, but also to present a masterclass on how to negotiate the perilously thin line between solipsism and subjectivity, the ‘self’ of the filmmaker and the ‘other’ of the social reality being filmed. As a film about leftovers, it’s anything but throwaway.

► The Gleaners and I is available to stream on BFI Player.

The new issue of Sight and Sound

On the cover: 1975, the year that changed cinema forever. From Jaws to Jeanne Dielman Inside: Cannes 2025 bulletin, Athina Rachel Tsangari on Harvest, David Cronenberg interviewed by Erika Balsom and we revisit Peter Wollen's 1993 article on Jurassic Park.

Get your copy