A cinematic essay in which Godard discusses many, many “things he knows” about… film. He explores the very essence of cinema, discussing (and beautifully illustrating) the relationship between images and language, all the while demonstrating the very political nature of cinema and depicting the gravest consequence of consumerism: a mother working as a prostitute in order to pay for her family’s unnecessarily frivolous and wasteful lifestyle. All the more grave is the fact that this does not even phase the beautiful Juliette Janson, played with calculated bourgeois-charm by Marina Vlady. Because of the depth of Godard’s philosophical arguments in this film, its striking relevance to film theory, and the auteur’s integral relationship to the film, I would without hesitation label it as a masterpiece that deserves to be seen and appreciated by all cinephiles.