And therein lies the paradox for me. I love Godard's movies, but mostly for (what I'm sure his biggest fans would consider) the wrong reasons. I just happen to love weird movies, and Godard is more unpredictable than a Monty Python skit (though maybe less so here than in some of his other movies). Even while watching this film, I greatly enjoyed the quick peeks at nude hookers and lingering shots of Karina unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her bra. Is that the only reason I watched it? Of course not! But, damn, if that wasn't a highlight! So if you watch high-brow movies for mostly low-brow reasons, can you still be said to be pretentious?
"Farts! Double farts! Turds! Double Turds!"