Despite some trite anti-Americanism (and anti-Spielbergianism, which is the same thing), this is one of JLG's most evocative, personal, and beautiful films. Godard works through his own personal history (it is his first film in decades to be filmed in Paris, in b&w), larger political history (particularly taking account of the Holocaust), and, as the name implies, a general history of love (the four stages).
I don't want to pretend that I understood it clearly, especially the scenes that was shot in black and white... But I like those anti-American remarks, very clever!!.
I am reminded of Jonathan Rosenbaum's statement that Godard is ultimately a failure as a critic, a philosopher, an essayist, an entertainer - but a success as an artist. The ideas themselves, though fascinating, are not as important as the deep feelings they evoke. Feelings of time, memory, history, loss. Godard is fascinatingly caught on the boundary between thought and feeling. (and yes, Schindler's List sucks :P)
The film that ultimately started my obsession with film, and with Godard from a mild obsession. Not one of Godard's most popular films, but to me its one of his master pieces. It has a depth to it thats hard to explain, but emotionally impacting. My #1 all time favorite film 5 stars!
What a horrible movie. How childish and repulsive for Godard to trounce America and its perceived lack of history when it was people like he who did more to notify the importance of American cinema history and recognize many American directors that not even the highbrow critics bothered to look into. I love how so-called movie lovers praise the spit of Godard for daring to criticize American cinema yet these people fail or refuse to look the fact that it undermines the point of why guys like Godard and Truffaut became directors in the first place. Anyone who praises Godard for something like this needs to get their heads examined.
It does have some interesting ideas and images. But for the most part, this is a rambling mess in which Godard uses his characters as mouthpieces for his own ideologies, letting them pontificate about history and love and America without really saying anything.
Upon further dwelling on the film, I changed my original rating from 4 to 5 stars. This is sure a film that is left to stew and calls upon you as an audience member to engage yourself. Many film goers turn away at the thought of an audience participation (Synecdoche, New York had a similar issue with its audience) And In Praise of Love has a similar calling card ... you really have to throw yourself into it the film.
c'est beau de ne pas comprendre un film. juste de percevoir quelques choses.
This started to drag in the middle, perhaps because of the content, I don't know. Nonetheless, this is one of Godard's most brilliantly shot films, proving that celluloid and video do not always have to be at odds.