I love this film. Even though I know I’m not supposed to. I love the cutting style. I love that it comes at fairly regular intervals, and the right ones too, so it’s not at all obtrusive, but only adds. I know I’m supposed to think it just shows what Godard “used to have,” and “doesn’t anymore, or something.” Pah! Whatever. He had more than most.

Minute 54, when Perceval and (girl) “meet again” is one of the more brilliant filmmaking achievements I’ve seen. We know these are two actors playing the role of two lovers, and not actually two lovers. And yet, by having already developed deep under-the-surface emotional weight of the “young girl/actress” (by simply giving us some screen time), Godard makes us feel deeply for this a) romance b) lost romance c) memory of a romance d) theoretical romance e) all of the above. And the music doesn’t hurt either. Who can make rampant intellectualism so romantic? Godard.