Moving pictures
Ok, so I watched Notre Musique. I want to punch Godard in the face just for the horrible color filters he applied to the entire Purgatoire (it’s probably worth noting that Enfer was 10 minutes of pointlessly manipulated (color, focus, saturation) stock footage of war. I almost turned the thing off after about five minutes, and I wish I had.) segment, the main act of the movie. I get it, everyone’s numb with the assorted conflicts and pain of life, now can I have some red back sil vous plaît? The dude speaking Arabic in a French accent was a bit much. And the stilted exposition (exposing the theme, not the absent plot) where people recited ideas in whatever language caught their fancy with no regard to timing or other people speaking was a bit over the top. I expected a sad-clown-flipping-pancakes mess, but this felt like I was at a freaking Eyedrum poetry reading. I actually shouted at the television several times, something I rarely do, usually in response to a particularly obvious demonstration of the shot/countershot form explained earlier in (I think) Croatian (still with a French accent). This movie blows. No wonder everyone hates the French.