Breathless

Posted 4 August 2005 in Screening log
“When the French say a second, they mean five minutes.”

Rating

[À bout de souffle]

1960 - France

Director
Jean-Luc Godard

Starring
Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jean Seberg

Here’s where — I think — I earn my credentials as an honest rater and reviewer.

À Bout de Souffle is an important film, and I appreciate it, and I understand it. You know, I want to read much more about Godard and by Godard and about the nouvelle vague, but as a perceptive viewer with some film theory under her belt I think I would be justified in knocking the block offa anyone lame enough to charge, ‘you didn’t like Godard? Oh, you must not have understood it!’ The problem is, I did not connect to it in a personal, meaningful, lasting way.

And that is ultimately my main criterion here. I’m not a film critic, I don’t claim to be objective — I don’t even claim my work here has any utility for anyone else. The film failed to move me. I’m not much impressed by a director’s film — technical innovation and symbolism, I mean, it doesn’t increase my enjoyment of a film, though it may very well increase my appreciation of a film, but these are very different things. Subjectivity and objectivity; I’m only concerned with one. I’m impressed by depth and originality in the narrative, naked truth in the performances. This is why I find myself so entranced by Cassavetes’ films lately — they’re about human feelings and failings first, and while his presentation is striking, it’s only incidental.

In À Bout de Souffle, presentation may as well be the third leading player. Godard intentionally calls one’s attention to the filmmaking process through his use of jump cuts and interrupted dialogue. Natural lighting and wheelchair-rigged cameras also make the film stand out from the slick production of Hollywood studio releases. What he has succeeded in doing is creating an alternative way of making a film and communicating visual ideas to an audience. It’s rebellious and self-consciously free-wheeling. This film touched off the nouvelle vague, an enormously significant movement that produced other films I’m crazy about and many more I’m dying to see. Its importance really cannot be denied.

I’m looking forward to exploring more of Godard’s work — this film certainly promises great possibility. For my tastes, though, I need a stronger screenplay with greater meaning. I need characters I can identify with. I need a story that truly does leave me breathless. And that’s my honest, unpretentious truth.

 

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