A bunch of pretentious absurd french arseholes,an obscure crime in a hotel, and Johnny Haliday reading Conrad as he dies, totall bollocks, An hysterical black comedy with tragic self pity that is parodic, as funny as WEEKEND. Only Goddard could take a pile of crap and turn it into a delightful black Mockery, so bad its good.
A project fulfilled in order to make enough money for Godard's beloved "Hail Mary" project, "Detective" references endless thriller plots (and "Raging Bull") but seems half-hearted. But half-hearted Godard still provides fulsome thoughtfulness, elegiac musical counterpoint, and hot women (and Johnny Hallyday ain't half bad either, if that's your thing).
Leaud is a genius! But the film lacked strategy. Maybe Godard assumed the pace of the movie would be balanced by the cute Julie Delpy but it wasn't. Yet like all Godard movies, it is poetic and offers advice: not the kind you get at a bar but the kind you get from Balzac or Shakespeare.