Godard's (and Truffaut's and Chabrol's) new wave classic. It's still not something that speaks particularly to us, but remains of course a seminal film and a fine work.
Godard may have pioneered the fetishisation of annoying fast takes, but he doesn't actually particularly use these; he is fine on the long shots a lot of the time. In fact, the jump cuts and narrative mucking around are all rather unobtrusive on second viewing; it is secondary to the way the tale is told.
We still do not like the character of Belmondo, finding him annoying rather than charming. A few cool things, a few directions.....the themes remain opaque, and are surely there, of love and identity. These are of course secondary to the technical innovation, but....there.
So, one all cinema fans must see, and will likely enjoy.
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