An odd film to rate
I saw this a few weeks back, and upon completion, I felt unsatisfied (no pun intended!). Karina was amazing and gorgeous (and amazingly gorgeous), as usual, Belmondo was excellent, and the locations were beautiful. It was also very vibrant. But, ultimately, it was too all over the place for my taste...and longer than it should have been. And yet I find myself liking it more and more as the weeks go by. The weird thing is I feel that way about alot of Godard's work. I dismiss them initially, but come around later. Am I the only one, and why is that even the case??
Even though Ferdinand had it coming, I still felt bad over Marianne's betrayal. And I understood why he took his own life at the end...she royally *beep* him over, didn't she? He abandoned everything for her, got into major trouble, and then had the rug pulled out from underneath him. But, again, he went into that mess willingly, so we can't feel too bad for him.
For all it's self-indulgences, Godard had a message he wanted to make: giving your heart to a woman, completely and unconditionally, is like playing with TNT. Something I can, unfortunately, attest to :/
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go change my Netflix rating from 3 to 4 on this one.