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May Movie #31: Contempt, 1963. France.
D. Jean-Luc Godard
Pssst. Secret? This was my first Godard. I know, right? All these movies and never a Godard. Just the way things worked out I guess. This was close to what I expected from a Godard, because one always hears about Godard, you know. The males are cool and arrogant and generally atrocious people, yes. But I was surprised by Brigitte Bardot, and I suppose that means I didn’t expect much, to my shame. I think I expected one of those empty vessel type females that this director is supposed to conduct. She is of course supernaturally beautiful, and I thought her performance was very real and very vulnerable, and I felt enormous empathy for her. She made me like this otherwise quite narcissistic film.
Go, go, Bardot.
(also in all the apartment scenes I’m drooling all over the place not because of occasional flesh but because I want every single piece of furniture in every single room god love mid century design most seriously)
Agreed.
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