Jean-Luc Godard, you unintelligible and possibly deranged man. I drove myself to learn French, because not even your translator bothers to try to decipher what you are saying half the time. The haphazard commentary flowing with images from the films of other auteurs. The sound design from this film and most of Godard's films is irritably jumpy and serves no purpose other than the same one as a tennis racket hitting someone's head.
The cinephiles that fall over themselves worshiping this man who has long since fallen into the shadow of his own reputation. Love him if you must.
However, I rate this film based on my feelings based on the actual work and not for the poor fool he's become.
Vegan alert:
A short clip features a bullfight.