Do you remember how we used to train our minds a long time ago? Mostly we started from a dream.... We wondered how, in complete darkness, colours of such intensity could arise in us. In a low, soft voice, saying great things, surprising, deep and precise. Image and words. Like a bad dream, written on a stormy night. Under western eyes. The lost paradises. The war is here.
With his last film, Jean-Luc Godard continues his late work, which takes every liberty. A rapturous flow of thoughts, an associative collage in five chapters. The longing for freedom. The abysses of humanity. The beauty of cinema. Time and history, stretched and condensed.
Do you remember how we used to train our minds a long time ago? Mostly we started from a dream.... We wondered how, in complete darkness, colours of such intensity could arise in us. In a low, soft voice, saying great things, surprising, deep and precise. Image and words. Like a bad dream, written on a stormy night. Under western eyes. The lost paradises. The war is here.
With his last film, Jean-Luc Godard continues his late work, which takes every liberty. A rapturous flow of thoughts, an associative collage in five chapters. The longing for freedom. The abysses of humanity. The beauty of cinema. Time and history, stretched and condensed.