周末

Failed again to weave together the intricate relationships of Godard's characters. Have to focus my attention from the very beginning and pause to take notes if necessary. From the witty line 'Bumpers are made to be bumped,' the film starts to veer toward the Pythonesque, so much so that I am not appalled by the gory car wrecks, but uncannily amused. This suspension of sympathy might be demanded by the director, whose sardonic sense of humour resolves to put into test the boundary between what is acceptable and unacceptable in a revolutionary era. To me, the most repugnant scenes are the incineration of Emily Bronte, the murder of Corinne's mother, and the slaughter of real animals. It is interesting to ask oneself why some rather than others are especially disturbing, and through the answer we shall know our personal definition of horror. Which one is the worst: the horror of the bourgeoisie, the left-wing horror, or even the calming horror of Mozart's piano sonata? In the end, Godard chooses the film.