A screenwriter hired by a pompous American, is torn between his own artistic expression and commercial success. His conflict parallels the disollution of his marriage as his wife becomes enamored with a rich playboy.
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contempt for cinema also? in the sequence when piccoli is torn by jealousy/fury/indecision, what are those talks about film to him? both art vs. life and art is life topics seem schizoid and artificial.
This beautiful cinematic story mixes the end of art cinema with the end of a relationship - if the Gods did not create men, but men created the Gods, didn't we do the same with love? Each frame in Godard's ode to Bardot is a picture, is a painting, is a piece of art. A cinema school on how to show the end of subtle things. When Godard hears the world culture, he brings out his checkbook. When I hear it, I heart it.
Because the on-screen romance dissolves without any clear answers, Contempt stands as one of the truest testaments to the difficulty of maintaining relationships. The film score is outstanding, and the meta-conversation about the nature of filmmaking is fascinating. One could spend hours contemplating Godard's use of color, or the captivating subtleties of Brigitte Bardot. A classic through and through.
My second Godard. Not only is this the best film I've ever seen about film-making, but it's also the most truthful motion picture I've seen about marital breakdown. A visual feast and a brilliant tale of art vs commerce vs love.
Comparable to an elegy on language/romance/classicism that persists in the bottomlessness of a cinema where storytelling is inseperable from the extinction of the essential historical characteristics of novelistic form, where the beautiful image is a syntagmatic event thresholded in a dialectical fracture, modern and post-modern engaging fetish/commodity with tragic resonance. The only Godard film I truly love.
Men and women are different. Underneath all of our complexity lies a primal emotion of jealousy, carelessness, anger, and fear of abandonment. People act out on these emotions because they can never be too sure about the other in the relationship.
Besides a few brilliant moments - scenes of nature, the ending etc - the soundtrack, albeit a beautiful one, is distracting, disjunctive, and, in almost every instance, completely unsuitable; this is the primary reason for me not loving this film - just about everything else is excellent. Not only do they reuse the same 30 second sample like a billion times, it is rarely used well - it rarely FITS the aesthetic;