domino harvey wrote:I read the scene as a wry wink at the internal functions of road pictures and star-crossed romances to constantly present obstacles for the characters caught within the machinations-- here the characters blatantly create their own self-made obstacle so as to keep the film going
Thanks, Domino. Please forgive this continued random questioning and fractured commentary from me as I attack and reattack this film....
The bar....2 beers....jukebox....girl dancing.....Ferdinand goes to take a call from Marianne, and on the CC version, the lights fade for a split second. Is this a glitch?
The scenes involving Donovan the dwarf, and the last quarter of this film in fact, contain some of the craziest, most outrageous things I have ever seen or even thought about, or dreamt. It fascinates me that Godard apparantly felt that here he was making his first film, out to sea, unmoored.....what other Director would allow this freedom with himself?
Some in this thread have complained about terrible sound, particularly with "My Fate Line"....but when did a musical ever look and feel like this? How could we expect it to sound like Singin In The Rain?
Sometime around that musical number, they walk from right to left screen, and we see them, tiny, from the waist up, while the camera focusses on the lush, varied trees.....scanning right to left.....I have never seen a more stunningly beautiful shot in film.
This film pulverises me....sometimes I tear up, sometimes I roll on the floor laughing, sometimes I'm completely stumped......
Maybe next week I will be able to quantify it....to enunciate what it all means to me...
Edit: If I could try to enunciate some more....
After the 4th Time Around, I realize that what I admire most about this monumental film is the pacing. Such a perfect rhythm. Not a second is wasted, or out of place. It flows so beautifully within each chapter, and between chapters. It's a seamless Symphony of images. I would have thought that it would take years to make such a film...tinkering and labourious editting and re-editting....
The guy on the pier reminds me of Python, Meaning Of Life, when the camera follows the little Italian man to his childhood home.....both are aproximately penultimate scenes, and both mockingly reflect, er, The Meaning Of Life. "Well, I know it's not much of a story, but...well, fuck you!"
I absolutely adore Pierrot le Fou. I did care about the couple. Their money woes worried me. I was relieved when they met up again. What's all this about we shouldn't care?
Damn, Belmondo is athletic in this film.