This is an extraordinary picture. Eva Green is an absolute revelation here in this love letter to the cinema, love, and revolution. Bertolucci uses music and film clips to evoke the emotions and actions of the characters and it is brilliantly done to convey the world in which these three wanted to live in but were unable to. Nobody could make complex and fucked up relationships look as good as Bertolucci could.
Bertolucci seems largely provisional and meretricious in the history of things, no moreso than here, when he's inanely irising in or cutting to Bresson, as if a trace of the transcendental will lend something of its plenitude to his redundancy... but there is a moment early in the film when he juxtaposes archival footage of Jean-Pierre Léaud during the Cinémathèque protests...
I feel the first half is better. I felt really giddy while watching, but my excitement waned towards the end. I suppose it is a good film, and all the film references were amazing, but I didn't like it as much as I thought I would. Somehow it doesn't transcend, and that's egregious especially with what was happening outside their world. The performances were great. Garrel and Green are stupendous.
I don't know why, but as i kept on watching the movie it made me more angry. The story may have been a good idea, but the cast sucked at acting, too many superficial references, way too many unplausable reactions. Having a good soundtrack, pseudo-intelectual dialogue and (some unnecessary) nude scene doesn't make it a good movie. Too overrated