You might reject Godard’s melancholic spirit, his elegy on cinema as the 20th-century art form that is now over, but who can doubt (well, I can’t) after viewing In Praise of Love, Our Music, and now this that he’s simply the greatest director alive today. The clash of imagery and spoken and written text is simply dazzling, and way beyond the abilities of the English subtitles on this print — which a lot of the time simply gave up trying. You need a modicum of French (and some German, for the beautiful Celan poem) to just begin to parse some of the meanings and beauties here. I only wish my French was better.
by Ian Johnston | Source: 35mm print
28 Nov 2006 1:26 PM | Submit Comment
