The phrase ‘oh my god, what the fuck am I watching’ rarely leaves my mouth when I am watching a film by myself and yet it spontaneously erupted from me some 20 minutes in this film. It also kept coming to mind for the remaining 80 minutes.
I guess this is my fault for watching two Godard films in a row. I mean, if I didn’t get on with Breathless (which is meant to be his best) then why do another one so soon. Maybe because he has 8 films in this list and I am woefully behind.
Honestly, the title of Week End doesn’t seem to fit this. If it had been called Accident after the abundance of car crashes in this film it would have made more sense. I kinda wonder if Godard had a friend with a scrapyard who fell on hard times and needed to loan out or set fire to most of his stock
There are parts that are so bizarre that they become enjoyable (such as the singing man in the phone box) but on the while this film is actually quite baffling. It’s just missing that signature clown flipping a pancake in slow motion.
I always thought I had a high tolerance to arty cinema (I mean, hello, I adored La Belle Noiseuse), but I think we might need to make an exception for some of these French films from the 1960s.
Actually, you know what this film made me miss? Les Demoiselles de Rochefort there was an older French film that I really enjoyed. Also, it made me miss the enjoyable surrealism of The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie.
Maybe I just don’t like Godard? I have 6 more films to go to see if this idea tracks at all.