In the right hands, I could see a case for this movie's greatness, but it's not something I expect to revisit. Interesting enough to watch once, but the overt politicizing and meta-ness gets weary after a while. And somebody needs to preach the virtues of "Show, don't tell" to Godard, I think.

I'm in love with the infinite tracking shot along the ends of the checkout belts at a supermarket.. to me it evokes unintentional meanings that Godard & Gorin were not expressly discussing, but possibilities they were surely aware of. Which, I understand, is a meaningful expression itself for the Dziga Vertov Group.

Oh Godard, you frustrating bastard. You start off with some wonderful stuff, meta-cinema comments and neat little self-references, plenty of intriguing photography and technique, a bold French-themed palette (red, white and blue). You really got me into it. But you couldn't hold back, could you? You had to start speechifying. Blah blah blah arrogant shallow pseudo-intellectual gibberish blah blah. An absolute mess, but with Godard, it's always an interesting one.

I'm glad no one pays attention to you anymore.

I wouldn't recommend this to anyone not interested in the May '68 conflict, but there are still some awesome bits throughout. I never felt entirely bored with the preaching, as Godard keeps you just interested enough without ever really ceasing to "educate".

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