Jean-Luc Godard and Jean-Pierre Gorin’s free-ranging assault on consumer capitalism and the leftist establishment tells the story of a wildcat strike at a sausage factory, as witnessed by an American reporter (Jane Fonda) and her has-been, New Wave film director husband (Yves Montand).
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Godard teases us, in the first few minutes of this film, that Jane Fonda and Yves Montand are starring in a love picture. Ha! No such luck. The next 45 minutes we are subjected to a chaotic worker's strike at a sausage factory, Jane's biggest scene is dubbed over in French, and the climax is anarchy at the hypermarche. An accurate picture of the disillusionment in the wake of the May 68 riots, and a dream of a
Supermarket scene is worth 5 stars. Such a poignant tracking shot that encapsulates consumerism and the themes of capital that pervade this film. I like how Godard reflects on the materiality of the filmmaker and making the husband a film director adds an extra dimension to this. Was I meant to laugh at the sausage factory?
A brilliant film and well-deserving of five stars. The Marxist intonations of the division of labour and subsequent sense of alienation, underscored by the supermarket scene, was very interesting. The Brechtian qualities that make up the film, always pointing to itself as a construction of the dominant ideology, contributed to a unique experience that fundamentally questions the role of viewer in relation to film.
A funny and critical way to show the differences between proletariat and the syndicates that defend them in the 70's France. At the same time, an American journalist, based in France and her husband, a decadent film director are caught in between this 'fight'. Another intelligent piece from Godard.
Ok, I must admit although not one of my favorite Godard films, the supermarket scene at the end is still fucking fresh [genius] since we still have the echo of a simulacra of the left, devoid of any significant symbolism breathing down our necks: 'this has been an account for those who don't keep them'.