Chapter Eight: Anna Karina. Her face, her body, her voice. Her ever-changing outfits! I'd join the Navy for her. Surprisingly good musical number. Replayed it three times. The line of fate versus the line of thigh. Belmondo prefers the second. Belmondo = charisma. Karina with a gun = poetry. The other poetry in the film....and the epigrams....and the code words....where is my codebook? Oh, look! The French South looks sooooo beautiful and inviting. The sea, the sun, the trees, the colors. Eastmancolor so vibrant. Godard is playful. And indulgent. He thinks of something he likes, he will put it in. A line, a shot, a character, anything. Anything goes. Marx Brothers without the jokes? Groucho talked to the audience too. Monty Python before Monty Python? If you thought you had seen weird before, you hadn't. The purpose? Escape from boring existence? Romantic Utopia? Never Trust a Woman? An unfinished bridge in the middle of nowhere. Sea = Eternity. Go, go, go, we'll see where later. Ratings are obsolete.
Review of Pierrot the Fool
