Trying to explain why Chris Marker should be a household name to the average cinephile is a harder task than you think. For starters he was as painfully private as Vivian Maier, if not more, sans the nanny duties. But he seemed to play the part of reluctant pedagogue, which comes with being resistant to the press and social grandstanding, fairly well. And like a true introvert, he didn’t leave the many clues to his personal life that our culture has come to require in order to appreciate a director’s work.
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Influential French filmmaker Chris Marker died yesterday, one day after his 91st birthday.
The prolific documentarian, artist and writer, whose work spanned more than six decades, kept his private life very private — to the extent of reinventing and subverting his most basic biographical details.