Tagged Andrew Sarris

“If Sarris became the critic I read and reread more than any other, it was perhaps for the sense that at the centre of his writing was a reverence for film history – his kind of film history – as a secret poem ...

He seemed immortal, Chris Marker. For so long the basic empirical data of his life – his name, date and place of birth, his private identity – were all up to rumour, speculation and second-guessing. Mystery...