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Originally Posted by !@#$%!
mine, mine! it was my first godard film and i saw it on a dingy "cine club"-- i laughed my motherfucking ass off so hard. their postcards-- the ersatz reality they live-- fucking brilliant.
i do prefer alphaville though, obvious as it is now after many years, and the gorgeousness of "le mépris" (i dont mean a naked bardot, though that helps, but the beautiful compositions and the color and fucking fritz lang in it and the whole ulysses thing). but i digress-- shit like "prénom carmen" did nothing for me, mainly because i had seen before carlos saura's "carmen" which was way way way fucking better.
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Alphaville was another one that I only recently began to love. Fuckin Lemmy....that face.....that scene where he bursts through the wall.......this film made me feel sad for the characters though. I'm not sure that Godard intended this.
Dude....
First Name: Carmen has everything that a big blockbuster must have: Sex, a bank robbery, blood, guns, a rockin soundtrack, yuks galore, mental institutions, and irony (both comic and tragic), plus some other things.
I bet it was playing down the street when I went to see
Flashdance. (What a feeling!) Oh the innocence of youth.
I'm quite convinced that if
Passion and
First Name: Carmen had suddenly dropped out of the sky as the first works of a brand new Director, there would be seperate and long threads about these, and we'd be gushing over them as fresh, ingenious and tantalizing works that slap Reagan's and Thatcher's faces while giving the finger to the MTV crowd. Or something like that.