Starts with rich promise, with astonishingly beautiful photography and interesting dynamics. It quickly wastes this potential, however, on a boring relationship melodrama that's so insipid, uninteresting and even irritating that I almost fell asleep. Has some interesting elements, but doesn't know what to do with them.
Godard's most conventional offering, and my favorite of his films so far. A love story that appeals more to the intellect than the heart, and though it doesn't have great emotional leverage, these are among Godard's most comprehensively realized characters. He takes an objective perspective in the disintegration of a marriage: as Paul and Camille wage psychological warfare, neither is completely guilty or innocent. For all its turmoil, these are a smooth three acts with very natural progression.
A great film that shows the life of a screenwriter during the making of a film, and the relationship that is driving him. The film is engaging, but also hard to watch. The relationship, and the fight between the two was so emotionally overwhelming, it was quite incredibly done. The Fritz Lang cameo was great, and the film he was directing (in the film) was a great way to reference the story of Paul and Camille, if not a little too head on. A great looking picture with an emotional quality.
I LOVE Godard, but I can't see why this is his second most highly critically acclaimed film. Its accessibility hints at how it lacks much of what makes Godard great. It feels so simple (the frequency with which I see it called intellectually stimulating is baffling), its comments on the film industry are obvious, and the relationship drama gets a tad repetitive. Admittedly I'm focusing on the negative: it is still very good, and gorgeously shot, but it isn't invigorating like his best films are.
An unbearable, totally unrealistic, meaningless, utterly dysfunctional and god-awfully boring film. The best thing about it (except Brigitte's bottom) is - HUGE SPOILER ALERT! - the death of Camille and Jerry; although Paul and Francesca should also die and Fritz should retire. I mean, this film he was supposedly shooting seemed even worse than "Le Mépris" itself! Picture that!! And I can now hear the intelligentsia of cinema spitting on me: "It's all symbolic, you brainless cretin". Yeah, sure.