Not even Breathless?ando wrote:I have yet to enjoy watching a Godard film.
I can see how Contempt can be a torture for some folks to endure but may I recommend you to stroll over to the Contempt thread to pick up some of colin's wonderful insights?
Not even Breathless?ando wrote:I have yet to enjoy watching a Godard film.
Therein lies the problem. When I watch this film I'm completely aware of the idea of cinema. Godard's approach separates me so much from the material considered that one's usual concerns: time, narrative, character development - become irrelevant. Suddenly we're in a modal realm of film reality and I'm forced to make associations that have no direct emotional basis - either in collective memory or the film's diagesis. I don't want to think when I watch a film - I want to feel. The idea of cinema is not nearly as powerful to me as the experience of cinema itself. And with this film, to a large degree, we're denied the experience. I certainly have a problem with considering the cinematic experience while I'm experiencing it. It's far too abstract an activity where the production (and reception) of pleasure, let's face it, is of paramount importance.... I would venture to suggest that to hate Contempt is to hate the very idea of cinema itself!
I almost cried while watching Notre Musique (again) tonight. You cannot deny me this feeling. "Usual" shmushual. Reconsider all that you expect of film while dancing with Godard. The "idea" of cinema yields so many more doors and angles. Feel and think.ando wrote:Among the things Colin wrote this stood out:
Therein lies the problem. When I watch this film I'm completely aware of the idea of cinema. Godard's approach separates me so much from the material considered that one's usual concerns: time, narrative, character development - become irrelevant. Suddenly we're in a modal realm of film reality and I'm forced to make associations that have no direct emotional basis - either in collective memory or the film's diagesis. I don't want to think when I watch a film - I want to feel. The idea of cinema is not nearly as powerful to me as the experience of cinema itself. And with this film, to a large degree, we're denied the experience. I certainly have a problem with considering the cinematic experience while I'm experiencing it. It's far too abstract an activity where the production (and reception) of pleasure, let's face it, is of paramount importance.... I would venture to suggest that to hate Contempt is to hate the very idea of cinema itself!
I haven't seen Contempt in years but what you wrote wholly fits my first few experiences with Pierrot le fou. But it was that one very lazy day I decided to give it another chance, with my brain half-numb, meaning I was not planning to participate the film with brain work. I just took the film "as is" then the emotions "fossiling" underneath the "vinyl wallpaper" of pop references started to seep through, but it did require some work, just on a different level. My respect for this film remains tremendous however I prefer Breathless which I had just rediscovered. It doesn't beat on your head or stuff in your throat with what cinema means to Godard, etc. blah blah. Breathless seems a very pure film, at least to me. With all the modern techniques Godard threw in the film, the film still manages to burn up with emotions, especially sweet melancholy as love, hope, dream, youth getting dashed scene by scene. I love its pacing, it flies by so quickly, like a dart that when I'm left with Michele sighing the last blow of smoke and his love Patricia turning back to us for good, I get blown away. How simple that is and it remains so breathtakingly effective.ando wrote:Therein lies the problem. When I watch this film I'm completely aware of the idea of cinema. Godard's approach separates me so much from the material considered that one's usual concerns: time, narrative, character development - become irrelevant. Suddenly we're in a modal realm of film reality and I'm forced to make associations that have no direct emotional basis - either in collective memory or the film's diagesis. I don't want to think when I watch a film - I want to feel. The idea of cinema is not nearly as powerful to me as the experience of cinema itself. And with this film, to a large degree, we're denied the experience. I certainly have a problem with considering the cinematic experience while I'm experiencing it. It's far too abstract an activity where the production (and reception) of pleasure, let's face it, is of paramount importance.... I would venture to suggest that to hate Contempt is to hate the very idea of cinema itself!
You've reminded me of Godard's terse but perfect account for the sense of urgency in Breathless, "Adolescence, youth, fear, despair, solitude". No scene in Breathless so powerfully captures all those elements more than the last...and it leaves me breathless too.Michael wrote: I love its pacing, it flies by so quickly, like a dart that when I'm left with Michele sighing the last blow of smoke and his love Patricia turning back to us for good, I get blown away. How simple that is and it remains so breathtakingly effective.
Maybe 67 should be renamed '67ish', same goes with 88ish, etc etc.Noiretirc wrote:Do you CriOrgs accept the periods that have so often been ascribed to Godard? (ie New Wave = 59-67, Political = 68-72, Second Wave = 79-88, etc.) Is that partitioning just a little too convenient?
Surely one can do both?Ando wrote:I don't want to think when I watch a film - I want to feel.
I'm getting a dot com vibe from that.Ando wrote:I don't want to think when I watch a film - I want to feel.
I thought this was just as bad:justeleblanc wrote:I'm getting a dot com vibe from that.Ando wrote:I don't want to think when I watch a film - I want to feel.
A Godard thread is probably not the best place to look to for support for anti-intellectual argumentsAndo wrote:I certainly have a problem with considering the cinematic experience while I'm experiencing it.
Ando, if you really don't want to think when you watch a film, and actually believe that thinking and feeling aren't intimately, inseparably connected, then not only should you give up immediately on Godard, you should also probably abandon serious film altogether, as with that attitude, you'll never be able to fully appreciate the vast majority of the great works of art the medium has produced. One of the major themes of Godard's work (especially his later films) is the connection between emotion and intellect, feeling and thought. He understands this relationship, and as a result, loves film perhaps more than any other director ever has.ando wrote:I wasn't looking.
I wish I'd had the eloquence to have written something like this back in April! ( 8-[ )FerdinandGriffon wrote:If you really don't want to think when you watch a film, and actually believe that thinking and feeling aren't intimately, inseparably connected, then not only should you give up immediately on Godard, you should also probably abandon serious film altogether, as with that attitude, you'll never be able to fully appreciate the vast majority of the great works of art the medium has produced. One of the major themes of Godard's work (especially his later films) is the connection between emotion and intellect, feeling and thought. He understands this relationship, and as a result, loves film perhaps more than any other director ever has.
I think I'd go even further and say that such a person would never be able to fully appreciate the vast majority of the great works of art any medium has produced.FerdinandGriffon wrote:if you really don't want to think when you watch a film, and actually believe that thinking and feeling aren't intimately, inseparably connected, then not only should you give up immediately on Godard, you should also probably abandon serious film altogether, as with that attitude, you'll never be able to fully appreciate the vast majority of the great works of art the medium has produced.
Thank you, Ferdinand, and others who are helping me as I begin this journey. I suspect that For Ever Godard is at 35000ft/600mph heading in my general direction as I type. (As is that Lionsgate box, plus several other Godards.) I fully expect that, for a time, the cart will be rolling down a hill, with the horse chasing after it!FerdinandGriffon wrote:@Noiretirc: I would second Domino's alternative suggestions for good Godard primers. I might also add University press of Mississippi's Jean-Luc Godard: Interviews, as I do think that the absolute best way to understand the man is through his own work and writings. Speaking of which, pick up Lionsgate's Godard Directors' Series collection of 4 later films, you won't regret it.
As for For Ever Godard, it's indispensable for the serious Godard fanatic, but virtually useless if you're not familiar with his late and experimental work. There's very little in that has to do with the sixties films that you've enjoyed so much. Instead. my other recommendation would be a much older collection of essays called The Films of Jean-Luc Godard. It contains at least one essay for each of the sixties films through One Plus One, is well illustrated, and small enough to carry around in a jacket pocket. Long out of print, it can be picked up cheaply on amazon.
FerdinandGriffon wrote:if you really don't want to think when you watch a film, and actually believe that thinking and feeling aren't intimately, inseparably connected, then not only should you give up immediately on Godard, you should also probably abandon serious film altogether, as with that attitude, you'll never be able to fully appreciate the vast majority of the great works of art the medium has produced.
Am I really supposed to think about that?Kirkinson wrote:I think I'd go even further and say that such a person would never be able to fully appreciate the vast majority of the great works of art any medium has produced.
First of all, you just wiped out pretty much the entirety of Post-Modernism (in any medium) with one blow there. Maybe not so wise. Secondly, I'd like to repeat that thinking and feeling are inseparably tied, even if paradoxically. Pierrot le Fou being a perfect example. Throughout the film, an intellectual man and an instinctive, emotional woman are struggling to love one another, something that often seems an impossibility, but at the film's end they both die, and we hear them united permanently, as they quote lines from Rimbaud in voiceover, as the camera pans across the ocean. It's one of the most beautiful, heartfelt, soulful moments in the cinema. So much so that one critic wrote that he had, in viewing the film, watched Godard die of heartbreak at losing Anna Karina. Godard has soul, as anyone who has watched Contempt, Pierrot, Hail Mary, or the Histoire(s) with both an open heart and an open mind can tell you.ando wrote:Whenever I watch a Godard film (Contempt, in particular) I'm acutely aware that I'm watching a film about film: about the history of film; about the history of the persona in film, about the use of reference in film, about the history of the use of reference in film... ad infinitum. Godard is not a born filmmaker. His narratives are too full of quotes. His flow is simply too cerebral for my taste. It's like watching a b-ball player mimic every move he has ever learned so adroitly that you can't discern the soul of the guy. You can't feel it - there's something vital missing. And to me, a film has to have that soul - it doesn't always have to be transparent, but it has to be there.
Godard isn't vital to the form. He may be necessary (in many ways), granted; but vital? No.
Ok. So what do you do when you're watching Hamlet and you get to the play-within-a-play stuff, and then realize really the whole play is about acting and theatre? Does it ruin Hamlet for you?Ando wrote:Whenever I watch a Godard film (Contempt, in particular) I'm acutely aware that I'm watching a film about film: about the history of film; about the history of the persona in film, about the use of reference in film, about the history of the use of reference in film... ad infinitum.
I guess John Milton was not a born poet, then, because there's at least one allusion per line in Paradise Lost, but usually much, much more. It's a book written on top of other books (critics surmise Milton read everything available for a European then to read, and then stuck it all into Paradise Lost). Speaking of what critics say, they often say of Shakespeare that he was a born comic playwright but had to teach himself how to write tragedy. Don't think that's ever taken away from Hamlet, Lear, MacBeth and stuff.Ando wrote:Godard is not a born filmmaker. His narratives are too full of quotes.
I can't resist.Kirkinson wrote:I think I'd go even further and say that such a person would never be able to fully appreciate the vast majority of the great works of art any medium has produced.FerdinandGriffon wrote:if you really don't want to think when you watch a film, and actually believe that thinking and feeling aren't intimately, inseparably connected, then not only should you give up immediately on Godard, you should also probably abandon serious film altogether, as with that attitude, you'll never be able to fully appreciate the vast majority of the great works of art the medium has produced.
I don't know about that after seeing the fantastic, weird, gorgeous Alphaville last night. I thought Breathless was nothing but a piece of pure cinema. Maybe that makes me a JLG convert now.Ando wrote:Godard is not a born filmmaker.