Vivre sa vie. Jean-Luc Godard. 1962. ⚅
Godard movies of this era are such a delight to watch. He’s having so much fun, being all mischievous and stuff. Like filming the actors from behind for the first five minutes, and fading the music in and out at seemingly random. He’s so punk.
Every single scene has a new thing going, like the bar scene where he shifts the camera, seemingly at random, and thereby focusing our attention not at the people talking, but working behind the bar (cleaning cutlery and stuff).
There’s not a single pixel of a single frame of this movie that I don’t adore.
It’s just a marvel. Every scene, every camera movement makes me go *gasp*.
I think the movie is basically Godard saying “yeah, fuck you” twenty-five times a second.
Oh, and the 2K restoration (by the wonderful BFI) is beautiful. And it has a bunch of Godard shorts as extras, and a long, interesting interview with Karenina.
Another cocktail to get rid of Benedictine: Cunningham.
It’s OK.
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