I feel the same way.
The only ting this film challenged was my patience. Note to JLG: fucking around does not equal art. Fucking around with a camera and sound equipment is something I did with a camcorder in 1988. Notwithstanding the nice photography this seems to me an excuse for JLG to have hotston a free cruise.
All at once, a moving, inciting, rapturous and gorgeous film. Perhaps, I was wrong about Godard.
Overwhelming, sad, and always cognizant of the tragedy of (physical and spiritual) displacement. So many ideas, references, and sound and image textures. I feel a fool for not liking it at first, like one of those passengers cast adrift and playing the slots on the cruise ship...but then I always feel foolish when faced with the messy intelligence of GODard.
If "Weekend" was the ride, this was his destination. An abomination of the craft on a cruise. Denies any feeling of a plan. Characters look away and talk nonsense. Makes you want it. Takes a devoute viewer to make it through but does pay off... By disassociating viewing from observation and creating a reversed montage, not even feeling remains... only phenomenological association (the true essense of experience.)
The first part of the movie is almost too vague, audio shifting, from hd to mobile phone cam quality and isn't as engaging, but towards the 2nd half and end it really gets interesting and gets its message across with all the references. Plus a really funny and brilliant scene with a llama and french-german relations. I loved Notre musique far more, but he still has something to say in cinema and political terms.