#msff2019 Highly experimental movie. Disruptive at his best. Very hard to watch for being SO disruptive, as a Real Experimental movie should be - deconstrucrion of cinema and life rules and creation of a new paradigm. It's a movie for cinephiles, not to standard movie watchers. It requires understanding about cinema and reflection. Would watch again to understand better. Highly political message.
Ce grand collage labyrinthique d'images qui se veut une mise en abîme des flux d'images qui nous traversent n'arrive pas à produire autre chose qu'un tourbillon saturé qui peine à faire sens. Cette fulgurance éruptive et volatile d'images et de sons surexposés, de réminiscences et de citations, ressemble plus à un vain chatroulette désuet qu'à une poésie visuelle, hélas. Le testament de Godard est illisible.
"There´s something going on, but you don´t know what it is, do you, Mr Jones?" Dylan's lyrics reflect the spirit of Godard's experimental collage of words & images. The flicker of postmodern reality flashes in glimpses & thoughts too quickly to digest them. Less than 1/4 of the spoken words are subtitled, my high school french struggling to capture the rest of Godard's mumblings made intentionally unclear.
Remakes, cinéma, Hitchcock, Balzac, caméra, image, son, parole, train, rails, guerre, révolution, Arabie, main, doigts, vie, mort, Godard. Une oeuvre singulière qui défie même le spectateur averti. Un collage volontairement imparfait, quasi inachevé, repoussant où le son et l'image ne concordent pas et où des images de l'histoire du cinéma dialoguent entre elles et prennent de nouveaux sens. Ou les perdent à jamais.
45 seconds in, lady behind me practically yells at her friend, "oh, this is gonna be weird." You'll be familiar with the editing rhythms this collaboration has wrought, but they are something so divergent from any essay films I've seen (I'll take recommendations!) it's imprecise to accuse this guy of redundancy. Some foggy politics about post-colonial images that confused me. And he still loves his Johnny Guitar.
When Godard, his rasping voice speaking for the exhaustion of each of us, says, not hopefully, that of course anything can happen nowadays: I feel that. But. But hope. Hope: despite all. Hope: not because we have cause for optimism, but because it is an immutable precondition. What else? Masterpiece of montage, of digitality, implicitly about the besieged individual in relation to the machinations of political power.
Jihlava '18 with Jiri, hence 4. Otherwise forgot our conversation after. In hindsight, you can't gainsay M. Heiferman that albeit taking and sharing images has become second nature to many, this unprecedented visual suffusion does not necessarily entail more image literacy. Goes for photo & cinema alike. I remember Godard's imagery as a blissed out interchangeable plethora consciously verging on inalienable red tape.
The familiar Godardian themes: the moving image as a reflection of reality, as a distraction from it, and as a necessary vehicle for capturing it. And, as Godard makes clear, this image is highly mutable. No new ground is broken in this essay on how political violence continues when you'd think we have enough footage to learn our lesson. But moments abound where editing wizardry and epigrammatic provocation collide.
The presentation of this film regarding the subtitles is so fucking weird, but whatever man, who else is making films like this at 87 years old after 126 credits? On the weird subtitles, I'm sure the entire purpose of this film is to jar you (unless you speak French, then I guess this film is slightly different). Is there enough philosophical, existential truth in a century of images for the words to not matter?
There might have not been a film in 2018 where past and present tense happen to speak so openly and powerfully to each other - shaping, re-modelling and interrogating our most basic, yet fragile intimacy with the world. Godard's eye escavates into our collective memory as spectators while trying to make sense of today's humanity. A stream of images and thoughts that feels as hallucinatory as often so vividly lucid.
Ahhhhh, I think I finally get it. Godard has spent most of his career trolling cinephiles and this is a big middle finger to those who have been loyal enough to follow him all the way through his career. Horribly pointless, almost inept in the way the footage is put together, and just another bore from a false idol.
Even though The Image Book is about the present, it feels like a present passed. It's there in the graveyard of Godard's voice, his 87-year timbre and my bad French making it into one more instrument in his audiovisual orchestra, which looks and sounds like it's playing a requiem for all of us. "Believe me, we are never sad enough for the world to be better. Earth abandoned...and hardly any ears listening anymore".