Avec des moyens basiques (deux personnages sur un fond noir, quelques intervenants ponctuels et des archives), Godard se livre à une expérience d'analyse / démontage du médium cinéma et du discours révolutionnaire de l'époque. Le résultat est à la fois horripilant et amusant, ridicule et intelligent, assommant et revigorant. Cet essai théorico-pratique assume d'ailleurs son côté foutraque. Godard est un type qui ose.
Although I like the general look of this film essay, especially the weird splicings of old recording conjoined with archive footage and stock photographs, thrusted upon the viewer every couple of minutes or so, I have a strong distaste for what strikes my ears as intellectual gobbledegook and therefore couldn't take it anymore as soon as they started to mention Mao's little red book.
This film reminds a theatrical play, poetry and gives a sense of loneliness, melancholy. I somehow felt Godard's disappointment... possibly because of the growing split between the intellectual revolutionary movement and the working class that was becoming stagnant and revisionist by that time. Great cinematography and outstanding performances from Juliet Berto and Jean-Pierre Leaud!
Usually I have little but Contempt for Godard, but this film left me Breathless. It follows a small Band of Outsiders; Patricia, Emile; Masculin Féminin. They say that Une Femme est une Femme, but Bertot is something else, exuding a lazy sexuality and comfortable intellectualism. That's just Two or Three Things I Know About Her. This made a nice end to my Weekend. End of Reviewing.