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Goodbye to Language
About a man who’s angry at his wife because she’s met another man on a park bench and they no longer even speak the same language.
If you rearrange the letters in "Godard" you can spell "rad dog."
Who shot this thing, Dick Poop? (Spoiler alert)
I'll be here all... well, forever, I'm never shutting down my account.
No rating because I don't how I feel about the movie. Or any movie. Or feelings.
"You know, a town with money's a little like a mule with a spinning wheel. Nobody knows how he got it and danged if he knows how to use it!" -- Lyle Lanley
I simply don't feel I have the cultural capital to even begin to really decode this, but I think it's suggesting that words and pictures may no longer be sufficient to make sense of the world around us, that things have mutated so much that we're sort of like a dog trying to interpret humans. We need to learn new tricks. Could be pulling that out of my ass, though.
In any case I was frequently and literally stunned by this, disoriented moment to moment, and it was exhilarating.
Cat videos are for hacks. Dog videos are for auteurs.
Preliminary scattered thoughts at The Film Stage (written literally only 2 hours after its Cannes premiere). Theoretically, this is the miracle that answers the dilemma of Historie(s) Du Cinema: Cinema as document vs. Cinema as art. Arnheim's Total Cinema and Bazin's Total Realism have long stood opposite for each other. Through the use of 3D flip cams, Godard proposes that a Total Cinema is simply a Total Realism. In essence, this is a film that introduces us to the image without language or metaphor. It is instead the image of pure reality, and thus pure freedom.
“soon, people will need interpreters to understand the words coming out of their own mouths.”
you can say that again.
if ever stars were meaningless... easily the most fascinating and hostile use of 3D i've ever seen in a feature, puts image in direct conflict with meaning, encouraging viewers to see what we don't see. that often translates into watching a man fondling a naked woman's ass as he takes a massive liquid shit. in 3D.
the split-image stuff makes for some of the most sublime moments i've had at the movies this year – as your eyes cross and then individually close, you can practically feel the synapses latching onto each other in your brain.
can't claim to have…
Of course I decide to start with this movie as my introduction to the work of Godard. I only had the briefest ideas of what his style is but this was really oft-kilter in a way that makes me wanna watch it in 3D sometime in the future.
Film easiest than water flow.
Godard's love of canines was unknown to me until this came out.
This is much better with headphones since Godard has always been obsessed with ruptures between sound and image and in his more abstract films, like this one, it makes a useful cue.
It's weird to see cellphones, crappy Ikea chairs, and flat screen tvs in the imagery of the man who directed Tout va bien. In an opaque scene a character, thumbing through a book about Nicolas de Stael, declares, "interior experience is now forbidden."
This is definitely more rewarding on a rewatch.
I can't believe this won the Jury Prize at Cannes.
The brilliant things: the film is so god-damn unique, innovative and truly different that it makes me question the form and purpose of cinema.
The terrible things: the film is so god-damn pretentious, incoherent and truly obnoxious that it makes me question if pseudo-intellectuals just make stuff up in reverence of Godard's contribution to cinema.
I love the style the film has and found it incredibly watchable. I was hooked for the entire running time. I think much of meaning is there but it's obscured by the density of imagery. I admire the technical accomplishments of the film but I didn't see it in 3D so I may not have fully appreciated them.
However it took me a while to…
I watched this movie in 3D and this movie watched me in 4D.
I feel like I'm maybe the only audience member that's like the battered wife of Godard - I keep coming back even though he'll proceed to immediately bash my fucking brains in - this time in 3D (which I paid for at full NYC ticket price by the way).
The Emperor Wears No I JUST DONT GIVE A FUCK HERES MY DOG ON A BEACH FOR 10 MINUTES BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
I'm done. DONE.
Like an SNL skit of what people think a pretentious art film looks like.
Sorry pero en la sala 2 del CineArte Alameda y en 2D.
Films where their style fills the screen so absolutely, substance is but an afterthought.
Only added some that I've seen,…