Manden i månen
Yet another
Godard movie. Do I really need to go through this again or should I just stop
here?
Well, I
suppose I should write some sort of review here, but, man, I feel I am on
repeat.
Godard and
I are not good friends. I have yet to find a Godard movie I even remotely liked
and as expected this one is par for the course. The only good thing I have to
say about it is that I liked the colors.
So, what is
it about? I do not really know. Well, there is supposed to be a base story,
something about that Ferdinand (Jean-Paul Belmondo) is running away from his
marriage with an old flame, Marianne (Anna Karina). There are some dead bodies
and they steal some cars, burn a lot of money for a reason I cannot work out.
They end up on a beach where Ferdinand read books and write a diary while
Marianne is getting bored. They leave the beach and Ferdinand gets caught and interrogated
by some gangsters. Marianne’s brother is actually her lover and have some scheme
going of fooling Ferdinand. Ferdinand shoots Marianne and blows his own head
off with an insane amount of dynamite, resulting in a pathetic small explosion.
See, this
summary, although it is not making a terrible amount of sense, sounds almost
interesting. If this was really what I had been watching I might even have
liked it, but Godard in his usual style manage to kill it altogether. Drowned
out in poetry, surrealism, idle dialogue and lack of causality in general the “story”
is an empty hull for Godard’s artsy masturbation.
I am sure there
are plenty of people who can read a lot on meaning into everything happening
and gets off on that and usually it is a game I even enjoy playing or if not,
then laugh at the craziness. Hey, I even found some amusement in “Last Year at
Marienbad”, but here, when Godard is let loose, it is so incredibly
uninteresting. I do not care what sort of relationship Ferdinand and Marianne
is having. I do not care what they are really running away from and why there
are so many dead people and I absolutely have no interest in Ferdinand’s diary.
I mentioned
I liked the colors. Come to think of it, there is a second thing I liked.
Ferdinand blowing his head off after having killed Marianne. Then at least the
movie must have come to an end and I am released from this ennui.
Stop
complaining that I am giving away the ending, that my review is one big spoiler.
If you like or will like this movie it is because you see something else in this
movie than the apparent story and so my synopsis will ruin nothing for you as I
was completely unable to get below the surface layer.
I am not
done with Godard. The List editors’ infatuation with this guy makes me
seriously question their judgement and I just do not know why they insist on wasting
my time with this junk. I get why we need one or two as exponents of the French
New Wave and I could live with that, but it feels like we have to watch every
single one of his movies. Why?
Not
recommended.
BTW, the Book
calls it a master piece…
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