Pierrot le Fou (1965)

As with all of Godard's movies I feel I'm only skimming the surface of a deep pond full of greater meaning than I'm capable of attaining without having seen all of the same movies, read all of the same books, heard all of the same songs, thought all of the same thoughts, or breathed all of the same breaths as Godard. I suppose that's what makes him a definitively personal filmmaker, his "fingerprints on every frame" as my Francophile film studies professor would repeat like a damn mantra. It can be alienating at times, but in Pierrot Le Fou I think the perfect balance is struck between Godard the ponderous semiotician, Godard the strident leftist, and Godard the movie dude.…

lots of colors in this one

the amount of sheer chaotic bitch energy this exudes is honestly inspiring.

look at the sea, the waves, the sky
life may be sad, but it's always beautiful

Like spending 2 hours with someone who has impeccable taste but a grating personality.

I guess it was only a matter of time before I was so impacted by a film that I wrote something in regards to my personal life as much as an actual review of a film. It's something that I've been wanting to talk about for the longest time but deep down, I always feared that something like this would only annoy people on top of contributing nothing to the discussion of the very films that make me feel this way. But then I remembered that letterboxd is explicitly designed to work like a diary, and what are diaries good for if you cant express yourself and your fears. I'm being weird and rambling and blaghhhh so I'm gonna move…

"Chapter Eight"

The fragmentary incoherence of the stories we tell about ourselves; the inherent contingency and inconsistency of both narrative and identity.

I’ve been trying to include more plot synopsis in my reviews, because I easily get carried away with a lot of nonsensical posturing, but Pierrot le fou makes that a rather difficult task. At its most basic, it’s a story about a man who runs away with a woman (the French New Wave’s two most beautiful people, Jean-Paul Belmondo and Anna Karina), but it’s filled with so much structural experimentation and narrative ambiguity that such a summary sells the movie short by ignoring its most interesting elements. Godard confines himself to some extent to the formal constraints of…

Jesus, did those two hours drag on... Stylistically, I fell in love but unfortunately style won't ever make up for a film's pretentiousness and corniness/lack of substance.

Babe, let's abandon our tedious lives and embark on a chaotic adventure involving car theft and the two of us on an island, surviving and making poems, are you in?

I'm not sure what the hell was happening here but I enjoyed trying to work it out.

"ten minutes ago, i saw death everywhere. and now look, the sea, the waves, the sky. life may be sad, but it’s still beautiful. i suddenly feel free. we can do whatever we want when we want."

that quote right there puts how godard‘s films make me feel perfectly!!! he creates such refreshing and energising works of art that have completely stolen my heart!!! this film right here is no exception to that and is an absolute masterpiece full of adventure, colour, charm, life and the heartbreaks that come with it. the impact this man has had on cinema is so apparent and i will be forever thankful for his passion and creativity!