Marcello’s review published on Letterboxd:
I have several half-quips, but I was too moved to leave it at that. If all you have is a hammer...
Here’s Godard near his most cynical. Unlike with Adieu au Langage, he still seems to think that there’s something discernibly true/real/objective beneath culture, language games, and signifiers. But it’s disingenuous to compare a film from the mid-sixties to one from 2014.
It’s probably impossible to separate youth culture and socialization from individual superegos and ids. They fuel each other. At least single-season fashion models and Yé-Yé starlets with a similar lifespan aren’t generally assholes and don’t make conceited, grandiose claims about life. Politics isn’t a status symbol to pick up women, conduct smug interviews, impress your buddies, and fill ur-change.org leaflets. And there’s the obvious misogyny, but who knows how much of it’s an unintended product of the mid-60s. After all, Godard isn’t Rohmer. There’s probably a reason the two mindsets were gendered.
And to think that Paul and his ilk pulled off a series of unrests three years later. It’s facile to say the Coca-Cola eventually beat out the Marx, but something sure did.