2 ou 3 choses que je sais d'elle

Jean-Luc Godard - 1966
A film that goes beyond what was before; Godard extends literature, and then here, he deciseively goes beyond it. I can talk about this film; but better to make a visual response.
There is such an affair of confusion, but such confidence in the presentation. Thw whisper. Is the machinery brutal objectivity, the interviews sujectivity? Godard displays such patience, such incredilbe patience with his subjects. Each owrd cries for a digression, but he stays with them, keeping the eyes and the ears open.
This is about Paris, but it enters into philosophy. It is about as abstract as I will let it get, but the crossing with the image, the relation to that sociology. A teacup does contain the world; so does Marine Vlady.
Everything can contain its opposite, or could be its opposite. That is the arbitrary nature of words? Who is she? A fractured jigsaw that can't be put back together. Each object can also be something else. Deconstruction, verging on the po-mo, in film.
This is a way of seeing; Sontag argues the content of the ideas is less important, which is true to an extent, but I still would feel I was missing something if they were ignored. The slogans that hit us; how do we take in words about Vietnam out of the mouths of children? Violence and life, how do we live with them, how do we coexist. We forget about everything. Then we listen. So we go back to zero.