He’s perhaps best known for "La Jetée," a film composed not-quite-entirely of black-and-white stills. (It’s that rare time-travel tale which haunts – because it’s really a love story; because it’s more about the poignance than the hardware; and, finally, because the abyss it opens up is profound and insoluble.) In popular culture, "La Jetée" is a footnote in film history as the ‘source material’ for Terry Gilliam’s "Twelve Monkeys." But in the more real if perhaps more clandestine history of the world, "Twelve Monkeys" and "The Terminator" and "Inception" and so much more are footnotes to "La Jetée."
My favorite Marker may be an essay film – a form that Marker did not invent, but most certainly came to own. It’s called "Sans Soleil," and it’s a meditation on Icelandic volcanoes, Japanese video games, Hitchcock’s "Vertigo," modernity, trains, the Cape Verde islands, the empress Shonagon, the largeness and smallness of the world, and the holiness of certain cats. You watch it and you are certain that the narration must have been written first, images then gathered to suit. You watch it again and you are certain it must have been the other way around. You watch it a third time and it all seems simultaneous. Then you watch it again, because you are immersed in Marker’s world so thoroughly that one’s own world seems flat, thick, ordinary, and lacking in enchantment. Then, gradually, Marker’s voice – calm, wise, aphoristic – begins to show you the way home. (The two have just been released, together, on Blu-ray, via Criterion. It’s an essential purchase.)
When Gorin and I deplaned in Oakland we were met by the great and good Tom Luddy, who has probably met more world-class filmmakers than anyone, and to better effect. He scurried us off to a Chinese restaurant in North Beach favored by Zoetropians and there was Marker, an icon of cinema in a khaki jacket. He was a larger man than I’d imagined, shaven-headed, with a swift, sturdy gait and a ready smile. He was in San Francisco for a retrospective of his films. (Marker, famously private, did not want to introduce them, or do a Q&A. But during the course of the retrospective he became sufficiently pleased with the attendance, and relaxed by the filmgoers’ appreciation, that he allowed it to be spoken that he was among them, somewhere in the audience.)