Category Archives: Godard

This is how Juliette, at 3.37 p.m.

This is how Juliette, at 3.37 p.m., watched the turning pages…
…of that object known in journalese as a magazine
And this is how, 150 frames later, another young woman, her twin…
…saw the same object. Where, then, is the truth?
Full-face or profile? But first, what is an object?
Perhaps it is a link enabling us…
…to pass from one subject to another, therefore to live together
But since social relations are always ambiguous…
…since thought divides as much as it unites…
…since words unite or isolate by what they express or omit…
…since an immense gulf separates my subjective awareness…
…from the objective truth I represent for others…
…since I constantly blame myself, though I feel innocent…
…since every event transforms my daily life…
…since I constantly fail to communicate…
…since each failure makes me aware of solitude…
…since…
…since I cannot escape crushing objectivity or isolating subjectivity…
…since I cannot rise to the state of being, or fall into nothingness…
…I must listen, I must look around more than ever
The world… my kin… my twin

— Godard, Two or Three Things I Know About Her…

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Vivre Sa Vie

 A café. Nana wants to leave Paul.

Paul: Do you really like this guy?

Nana: I don’t know. I wonder what I’m thinking about?

Paul: Does he have more money than me?

Nana: What do you care?

Paul: What’s the matter?

Nana: Nothing. I wanted to be very precise. I didn’t know the best way to say it. Or, rather, I did know, but I don’t any more. Just when I should know, too. Does it never happen to you?

Paul: Don’t you ever talk about anything but yourself?

Nana: You’re horrible.

Paul: I’m not horrible, Nana, I’m sad.

Nana: I’m not sad, Paul. I’m horrible.

Paul: Don’t just parrot lines. This isn’t a stage.

Nana: You never do as I ask. You always want me to do what you want. Anyway, I’m fed up. I want to die. I mean it.

Paul: Parrot talk.

— Godard