Godard

I’m about ready to give up on Jean-Fuck Godard. I tried watching Alphaville a few years ago, but found it so excruciatingly boring that I couldn’t finish it. More recently I rented Breathless; it was watchable, but I can’t say I really appreciated or enjoyed it. (In fact, I’m almost embarrassed to admit that my favorite part was the scene in which a pretentious author answers questions from reporters. This gave me a fleeting thrill of recognition because it’s the basis for a recent television commercial. My chagrin is mitigated by the fact that I cannot recall the product being advertised.) Last night we gave Contempt a spin, and once again, I found it so boring that I gave up about halfway through. Ordinarily I’ll watch films through to the end even if I don’t like them, because I am at least curious to know the whole story, and I generally crave a sense of closure. But I couldn’t see any point. I can imagine a thousand things I’d rather do than watch a Godard film, like washing the dishes or getting a cavity filled.