Crazy Pierrot…
This is my dream country. The fire of New Wave Liberalism, the stray tales of ecstasy, we can wander, steal, shoot... Literature, paintings, books are everywhere. You talk about the moon?, I sing my cheerful song, run or fall, scream and play.
She is an idealistic woman, free and romantic.
He's a nervous man with almost restraint: - "Fool" - "I'm Phil Diner" (repeated many times)
But he is Pierrot, there is no fireworks of lust, only crazy life and experience. The heavy picture book and the bear puppet are finally gone, which can mean the girl's attachment is waning. He shot his lover, covered his face with blue paint, tied his head with dynamite, and died, a happy death.
Godard's muttering is both intoxicating and maddening. Every frame of the film is like a work of art, and you enter the fantasy world Godard created for you.
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