Bored with life and besotted with pulp culture, English language students Arthur and Franz compete for the affections of Odile, a naive classmate who has tipped them off about a stash of cash at her aunts suburban home.
The NFT launches its exhaustive retrospective of Jean-Luc Godards ever-controversial, but never conventional, canon with this new print of his seventh feature. Its a curious choice, as its fame rests largely in prompting Tarantino to call his production company Band Apart. But this pastiche of the Hollywood crime thriller is as entertaining as its inventive and, while not a patch on François Truffauts Shoot The Piano Player, it is one of the most fascinating films of the late-New Wave.
Loosely based on Dolores and Bert Hitchens pulp novel, Fools Gold, this is far from a standard adaptation. Godard is more interested in such intangibles as youth, sexual attraction, boredom, the Americanisation of France and the unique atmosphere of Paris to bother with trivialities like narrative.
But his main preoccupation is the untapped potential of cinema. All the stylistic gimmickry that characterised the Nouvelle Vague is present and correct. But rather than just extolling the virtues of film, he actively denounces its artistic cousins, which, while visually striking, lack cinemas energy and freedom. Its all about action and its presentation in a vibrant and original way.
Godard is so smitten with all things cinematic that he constantly draws your attention to them. In amidst the countless references to the Hollywood B movie, he toys with narrative conventions (inserting such asides as the café dance sequence), technology (removing background sound during the minutes silence), screen grammar (cutting according to the rhythms of Michel Legrands score rather than the usual dramatic cues) and the proscenium illusion (using the films noir voiceover to announce details of a colour [Cinema]scope sequel). Ultimately, this is Godard-lite. But it still contains more ideas than most directors can summon in a lifetime.
Less audacious than À Bout De Souffle, this is, however, one of Godards most accessible pictures. A good place to learn how much of a debt modern cinema owes him.