Pierrot le Fou is absurd. Pierrot le Fou reminds me of what a hophead would see while switching through fifty different channels of iconic Hollywood, pop genres all mishmashed in a radicalist’s hallucinatory vision of a Bonnie and Clyde sort of love tale. Jeez, Godard’s underappreciated cabochon truly does spotlight some of the finest, friskiest, and quippiest composites of vocal banter in the history of both film and literature.
This movie is fundamentally just a fluttery account of two people who have simply stopped giving any “f***s” about anything. Love, love, love, screw everybody and anything else and let’s live by the principles of vigilantes! It’s a good all—I’ll say the bad word again—“f*** you” to the commodities of representative cinema as it carelessly parodies the clichés and ridicules of fictionalized and even demonstratable regularities.
I suppose Pierrot le Fou’s crooked practice can be seen as “lazy” in some particulars, and I suppose it feels that way during the interlacing of its sequence of events, but I would claim, if more than anything, it seems more “imaginative” rather than whatever “adjective” that may be featured in some of my other accusations. If it is in fact “laziness,” then it ironically did a number on my infatuation with the film’s display.
And Godard really likes his color-filtered lighting. Ultraviolet psychopath…
This Movie is a Part of My List: Godard vs. Bergman
Okay, quick Godard pet-peeve: Why is it that all three movies that I’ve seen by him have immensely similar finales? Is this his most noticeable trademark, perhaps? Mmh.
However…not gonna lie, the last scene is pretty perfect. It spits hilarious truths.
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