The Godard film, generally considered one of his finest. It's decent enough, but we struggle to have too much of an emotional involvement with any of Godard's characters.
The acting is fine, the shots are interesting and much copied, perhaps losing some of their power due to this but still presenting their fine cinematic beauty and eye with a freshness. Intellectually, the use of Fritz Lang's discourses are occasionally introduced slightly clunkily, but are all the same interesting enough.
So this is a reasonably enjoyable film to watch, but a difficult one to get all that involved in. The male lead is not cool or distant or manly, he is straightforward unlike. Bardot is presented as such a paradigm female it's not entirely possibly to take her as more than a symbol.
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