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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…
Goodbye to Language? More like Goodbye to any rational sense of thought Goddard had.
Just when I had assumed Pas Tenebras Lux, and A Field in England were the latest to show me something new in film (progress goddamnit!), the old bat once again (twice? thrice? many many times?) reinvents film. ( or his current film-essay, or whatever you call JLG's work now . . .)
And from the looks of it, all from his own house and neighborhood.
The usual JLG tropes and devices are here; Western philosophy. Divorcey-strife. The history of art. noir and detective memes. Nature, communication, urbanity, nudity, a lack of narrative, and of course FILM itself. (!CINEMA!)
But what's new here is dazzling. And buzzing. And life affirming. And annoying. And now JLG has also gotten apparently well, . . shouty. My favorite film I've seen in the last few years. Another high wire act from Godard, performed on the ground, illustrating more about defying gravity than a hundred other illusions of suspension you could watch.
واقعا یکی بیاد به من بگه این چی بود؟فقط به خاطر حفظ ریتم و تمام چیزها تویه صحنه بهش نیم میدم.
3.5 out of 5 (B)
Ou isso é absolutamente genial ou isso é a coisa mais estúpida da história. Sinceramente eu ainda não sei. Eu acho que tem um pouco dos dois.
I'm not sure what to make of this... I think I loved it
70 minutes of footage shot with low budget cameras showing a couple, a dog, winter and a lot more I couldn't make sense of. An experience that will stick with me for long, but I need to watch it again before I can make a comment about it.
Godard is one of the only filmmakers whose entire catalogue will survive and be dissected forever.
The recent provoc/auteur is back — now in 3D. Jean-Luc Godard has created another film, and also the easy truth of his productivity is surprising. looking for a few new Godard moving-picture show is like discovering that Ernesto Guevara survived the Central Intelligence Agency assassination try within the Bolivian jungle, and has simply accomplished another bank theft in some seat suburban area, raising money for the approaching revolution. (Che and Mao square measure each invoked here, in a very spirit of respect for his or her enduring disconnectedness.)
At 83, Godard has lived long enough to examine his ideas and procedures migrate to abstract art and video art, deed him alone within the cinema. however his energy and intensity and…
Films where their style fills the screen so absolutely, substance is but an afterthought.
Only added some that I've seen,…
List from a panel of critics selected by BBC. Published in August 2016