Notre burlesque bonimenteur helvète n'a jamais craint de sombrer dans le grotesque et le ridicule qu'il symbolise à merveille et à profusion. A force de tenter vainement de retrouver les ors et les fulgurances d'un cinéma primitif, il patauge dans le primaire sentencieux en auguste primate infantile ou sénile qui découvre soudain un nouveau joujou, la prise de vue en 3D. www.cinefiches.com
Um casal deixa-se enredar na Linguagem - sistema esgotado, aporético, parasitado pela História. Um cão, naturalmente silencioso, impensado, despede-se do mundo e do seu mistério. O cinema, um meio artístico que compactua com a Ordem (ou a ilusão de uma ordem), é desmantelado. E tudo isto se concretiza num 3D redescoberto, explorado até às suas últimas consequências.
I fail to see the point. I love classic Godard, from Breathless to Contempt. But this film did not connect with me on any level. Each music cue and bit of narrative, deconstructed or cut off before it could be fulfilled into anything for the audience. I feel Godard lost the purpose of film, or maybe it's his life...and we're just living in it? No thanks.
"No one could think freely if his eyes were locked in another's gaze. As soon as gazes lock, there are no longer exactly two of us. Staying alone becomes hard. (...) It's not animals who are blind. Man, blinded by conscience, is incapable of seeing the world. What is outside, wrote Rilke, can be known only via an animal's gaze. (...) The dog is the only living creature that loves you more than it loves itself."
Really disappointed by this. Dislike 3D generally but thought JLG would do something more interesting with it than this. He spends way too much of the film like a kid going "Hey, 3D tits!" More problematically Godard said goodbye to language perfectly in Film Socialisme, so this feels unnecessary. Would be a shame if this was his last film.
The most recent Godards feel like uncanny impossible objects, pavilions of dreams with no doors to enter, though we have an array of strange keys available. As with Film Socialisme and Notre Musique, I drifted in and out of focus while watching this-- but obsessed over the images later.
The man on the toilet taking a shit. Disgusting I said. Later, a dog in the woods is doing the exact same thing; taking a shit, naked. I had no problem with the dog, but I was horrified watching the human. Godard sometimes reminds me of a drunk man babbling at me, sometimes the drunk man will say something so human, touching and thought provoking that the incomprehensible babble fades into the background.