Pierrot Le Fou

 WrestleMania Week and Jean-Luc Godard


I really chose a terrible week to launch this blog.

This is WrestleMania week, and I'm not likely to watch a movie again until probably Monday.

I did watch Pierrot Le Fou Wednesday night, but I have a rather limited understanding of what the fuck even happened in that movie, and no idea what I would write about it beyond "oooh pretty colors, wait, what?"

It's the fourth Godard I've seen, after the excellent Breathless, the life-alteringly charming Bande Á Part, and the completely anarchistic Weekend. LPF fits in after the first two and before Weekend (with many films missing in between all this) and that does feel right. Each got a bit less structured, a bit wilder, a bit harder to follow. 

Weekend was actually the first I saw (note: this is a bad introduction to Godard, and the French New Wave) and that movie was... Something.

But LPF is not quite so explicitly political, and it's far closer to having a conventional narrative structure, even while breaking that at multiple points...

Like I said, I don't know what to say except to note how gorgeous the colors are, how amazing the screen presences of Anna Karina was, and that the plot... Isn't exactly hard to follow so much as plot, as a concept, meanders in and out of the film as it goes.

And now WWE NXT champion Walter is wrestling Tomaso Ciampa on my TV, and I consider this enough to have not yet abandoned this blog.

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