The best movie I've ever seen about the gulf between theory and practice, and one of the crowning achievements of JLG-as-pop-artist. Despite the daunting amount of Maoist rhetoric, it still feels current in a way the Dziga Vertov Group stuff doesn't, because it's less about said rhetoric and more about the naivety of the pretty young things who spout it. Also, Anne Wiazemsky, 4ever-n-ever.
I just have one question: Was I supposed to care about these people and their problems? Well I didn't at all. The only things I liked were Jean Pierre Leaud and the Vietnam imitation. Everything else was boring, pseudo political shit.
In this film, Godard wants everyone to be opened to discussion, in an unvarnished way. It's a movie made to communists who are opened to dialogue because it doesn't show what is right or wrong in this movement but gives you enough ideas to analyse and to think about.
Art + reality. BANG BANG BANG. Premonitions and rumblings charged and clandestine. If no man is an island then where are we in terms of the vast spaces between thought and action and where does the betterment of all arise from the flicker of film frames? The status quo is dead but we are haunted by its ghost. If the spectacle recuperates all into its fabric itself, then in what studio can we form new words and image?