Directed by: JEAN-LUC GODARD
1967, TSPDT Rank #236
Weekend is a film which is sometimes interesting and fascinating, but usually very pretentious. This isn't a mistake either. Godard intended it to be the "end of cinema" and assumed that no one would be able to sit through it. Well I did, and easier than one would expect; I was in a very open state of mind and was convinced that I was ready for whatever was thrown at me. Turns out I was thrown off anyway. Ultimately a Marxist examination of the phrase "freedom is violence," it starts out sort of like a Bunuelian critique of the bourgeoisie, until it becomes slowly more episodic, elusive, and experimental. The Marxist strains become more and more apparent, especially with the eight-minute rant about the Iroquois Indians and the dangers of globalism - at least from what I could tell, I'm sure it's harder as an English speaker. But at a certain point, the film goes off the deep end - suitably, into complete anarchy - and we see parricide, cannibalism, communist poetry, unsimulated animal killings, and a lot of pointless violence. This is the point where the film has completely distanced itself from the audience, leaving us scratching our heads and dismissing it as an exercise. Which it is. This is Godard at his most mean-spirited and socio-political point - it might be worth watching for some viewers, but it is not really a good film in the common sense of the word, and definitely not a good intro to those unfamiliar with his work.