Uncle Yanco

Euro doc filmmaker Agnès Varda visits a relative she knows little about. It's Jean Varda aka Uncle Yanco. He's a Greek immigrant living in America for the last 27 years. He's a bohemian artist living on a houseboat in San Francisco. He talks about history, family, friends, and his art.

I love all the houseboats and him talking about his neighbors in the opening. I guess his art is interesting in an outsider way. I still love his painted sailboat more than any of his paintings. It's an interesting look at the outsider lifestyle from a true outsider. I would like insight into his hanger-on friends. It needs scenes with them having a cook-out, a smoke-out, and a love-in. It does have Uncle Yanco interrupting that couple making out. I also want a visit with the houseboat neighbor with all the animals or that really cool looking houseboat. This is a nice little weekend visit.

This was an immensely charming short, like given a desert - maybe of Greek origin, who's to say - that is hardy but can melt in your mouth so easily. This Uncle Yanco, who looks like a more cheerful late era David Crosby, is someone who I'd like to think my mother needs to watch this, aside from its light tone she (and many others) would take a liking to because he has mapped put and can trace his lineage and we see a family tree. I'm always fascinated by that stuff too, where people date back to or how far we can look at someone, and in this case Varda was really "Vardas" going back to the 12 century and... well, I don't want to spoil more of the fun, right?

This is fluff, but it's made with a love and sincerity for the subject that can't be separated from how Agnes is playing with the form, down to including outtakes of a moment that she is recreating with her subject of when the two met (naturally no camera at that time, so what else is a filmmaker of her stamina going to do but recreate it). We see how it's paramount for him to sail on his boat (no motor); we see his paper creations of small works of art dealing with hid Orthodox religion; and his philosophies with a literal door opening and closing for his thoughts, like he's some side character on Sesame Street (early era I might add).

I wish I had an Uncle like Yanco, so deadpan against the Establishment (they smell so bad), so happy to be where he is in life with his family and on that house boat. Don't we all wish we had someone like this in our lives? Cinema can give us these windows into reality.

The documentary Oncle Yanco (1967) was shown in the U.S. with the title "Uncle Yanco." It was written and directed by Agnès Varda.

Varda was in San Franciso, and one of her friends told her that there was a man named Varda living on a houseboat in nearby Sausalito. They drove to Sausalito and found Jean "Yanco" Varda. He was, indeed, related to Agnès. Her father and Yanco were cousins. So, although they had a blood relationship, Yanco wasn't really her uncle. However, it would be difficult to use "First Cousin Once Removed Yanco" as a film title.

Like Frederick Wiseman--but unlike Michael Moore--Varda doesn't usually include herself in her documentaries. However, clearly she needed to be filmed in this case, because one of the virtues of this movie was to watch the interaction between Yanco and Agnes.

As it turns out, Yanco was well known in Sausalito, because he was an excellent artist, and a very welcoming host on his houseboat. Many young people came to visit Yanco to eat, talk, and make music.

This movie isn't too profound, at least on the surface, but it's a delight to watch. It's colorful and interesting, and there's a real charm to Agnes building a relationship with an older man whom she had had never met him before and now was discovered to be her uncle.

We saw this movie on the large screen at the Dryden Theatre in the George Eastman Museum in Rochester, NY. We in the Rochester area are fortunate to be able to watch a retrospective of Varda's films, cosponsored by Rochester Institute of Technology and the Eastman Museum.

I'm sure the movie doesn't play often in theaters, but it will work pretty well on the small screen. Some of the grandeur of the setting will be lost, but the interactions will work on DVD. It's worth seeking out.

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.

Although this movie has been shot in the US by a French/Belgian director it has a truly Balkan feel to it.

Maybe that was what felt close to home.

The documentary isn't very deep but it's peaceful, colorful and interesting.

Also, I may or may not have a soft spot for hippies and the 60's.

If you're interested in the hippie culture you may even call it nostalgic.

Thanks, Agnes Varda, I had never thought that a documentary would be so pleasant to watch.