If you thought Godard was obnoxious, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Isou lauds himself for his own genius, and directly addresses would-be detractors with a series of snide, dismissive responses. His ideas are neither radical nor interesting, but he perceives himself as a ground-breaker and puts himself alongside Bunuel and Sade and Eisenstein. Some of the image-destruction he does here has some artistic merit, but not nearly enough to compensate for how egomaniacal and retarded the rest of it is.

You couldn't watch movies like this all the time, because it is quite obnoxious like FitForDanga said. I differ though because I thought this was an extremely interesting, engaging flick because it is a one off. The Letterist philosophy is revolutionary, no matter how cocky Isou himself is. There's too much to say in a short review box like this, but in short, it's not technically enjoyable and is an anti-film. If every movie followed the ideas it'd just be a normal movie, but not every film is.