One viewing...only one viewing. I'm going to have to see it again. Very soon - maybe tomorrow. And when I do, maybe I'll revise what I write here. I can't blame anyone who hated it, anyone who was bored. You sit through it, you sit with it, you try to follow all of the political - sociological thinking, and what do you end up with? Not much...But, on the other hand, you can't separate all of the thinking, the questioning from the GESTALT of the film. This is what it is. You look at all of those ugly, saturated, distorted images of morons Disco Dancing on a cruise ship, and you decide - "Oh, I get it: disgust for the Modern World!". But then some of the most beautiful images of the sea - worthy of Caspar David Friedrich. It is a late film - very late. I thought it was going to end so many times. Try to remember that J-L G already announced the End of Cinema 45 years ago, with Weekend. But like Kafka, like Beckett the impossibility of not writing is greater than the impossibility of writing. So he goes on. I admit it - I crashed a couple of times. I've been doing that lately. Overloaded? So it seems. And this film has what to saturate one. What can I suggest? Follow the consistency - how many Godard films have featured long scenes at Gas Stations? Answer: several. With cute girls reading,and talking about that... Just thinking about the coherence and consistency of J - L G's obsessions should keep those of you who compare this film unfavorably to others in the game. He is very tired - yes. But he expresses that more passionately here than in many of his films of the last 30 years.
Review of Film socialisme
