Masculin-Feminin (1966)
“Don’t you think you’re the center of the world?”
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Response to Peary’s Review: While this film continues to be almost universally lauded — with a Metacritic score of 93, and inclusion in the book 1,001 Movies You Must See Before You Die — its appeal eludes me. These boring, self-absorbed young individuals are as aimless on screen as they appear to be in their own lives, and I don’t understand the desire to watch them interact for an hour and 43 minutes. They sit around in coffeeshops, pursue and/or sleep with one another, interview each other about sex and politics, spray-paint political slogans, go to the movies, do laundry, smoke, and I suppose act very much like young people at a certain time in their lives — exploring who they are, who they like, and what they want to do. But there’s not a whole lot in the narrative to hold onto or wait to see unfolding; while Peary refers to the “depressing ending” as a “surprise”, I simply find it pointless. Note: I was amused to read the following on IMDb’s Trivia page:
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Skip it. It’s likely there’s not much of a middle-ground when it comes to Godard; you either like him (for whatever possible reason) or you don’t.
I’d seen this flick years ago and (not surprisingly) did not have a memory of liking (or finding much worth in) it. I attempted giving it another shot and got about 20 minutes in – at the point where the singularly untalented Léaud says to Goya: “I really like your kind of breasts.” ~ and I said to myself, ‘Ok, I’m done with this.’