Jean-Luc Godard's most recent, Goodbye to Language, is a truly fascinating film. Very trippy! Very poetic. Very bizarre. Enormously refreshing even in its clichés. Godard at his best. A European perspective that is strangely constrained in its navel-gazing but that does not cease to wonder and make connections (old ones, new ones). Just the images and the sound editing make it worthwhile. (The 3D alone makes it explosive and delirious.) The philosophical meditations seem very appropriate for a 84-year-old director whose mind was marked by WW II and the profound experiences of the 1960s. The interest in animal-human relations was quite refreshing. The insistence on heterosexuality and female nakedness less so. I wish that instead of insisting on the Kinshasa/Che Guevara/Mao Tse-tung/Native American Apaches in the forest formulation of exotica and the global there had been a more profound acknowledgement of global migrations and imperialism, but perhaps that is asking for too much. And certainly, the insistence on the horrors of the Holocaust with no mention of contemporary horrors of Zionism is quite limiting. Worth seeing, nevertheless.
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