Diop’s new film about art restitution has made her a French media fixture.
The Musée du Quai Branly is a long ark of a building perched over a garden, whose foliage screens the museum from its busy namesake thoroughfare on the banks of the Seine. Literally overshadowed by the Eiffel Tower, it houses more than three hundred thousand pieces of art from Africa, Asia, Oceania, and the Americas, most of them legacies of France’s colonial empire. Its opening, in 2006, was billed as an enlightened departure from the practice of exhibiting non-European works as anthropological specimens; the building’s architect, Jean Nouvel, described it as a place of spiritual regeneration, where the Western curatorial apparatus would “vanish before the sacred objects so we may enter into communion with them.” But the vibes within are less enchanting than uncanny. The cavernous main gallery is a maze of shadows and imitation mud walls, where masks look out from between oversized photographs of tropical vegetation. “I’ll never be familiar with this space,” Mati Diop said when we visited last month. “It’s like ‘The Matrix.’ ”
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NO WAY BACK
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PRIMORDIAL SORROW
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CHOPPED AND STEWED
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TOUCH WOOD
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HELLO, HEARTBREAK
Heartbreak cures are as old as time, or at least as old as the Common Era.
ENEMY OF THE STATE
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THE CHOOSING ONES
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OBSCURE FAMILIAL RELATIONS, EXPLAINED FOR THE HOLIDAYS
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NOTE TO SELVES
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BADDIE ISSUES
\"Wicked\" and \"Gladiator II.\"
