Late period Godard, let’s say from “Sauve qui peut ” and on. Everything I have seen of these films are great and yet he can’t escape the shadow of the 60s in most people’s minds. Their loss.
A quiet film, a throwaway perhaps, but a beautiful look at maturity. This is so clearly a man who is inseparable from cinema, who thinks in cinema, who communicates in cinema. And so his oeuvre seems to follow the same arc as a life with the films then growing into a wistful nostalgia from a man too smart to buy into it completely.