Adiós al lenguaje

Jean-Luc Godard was 84 when he made "Goodbye to Language". It shared the Jury prize at Cannes with 25 year old Xavier Dolan's "Mommy". Age is no barrier when it comes to making movies, right? Easy to be innovative at any age, right; be that Dolan's mucking about with the size of the screen or 84 year old Godard's abandonment of narrative altogether. Neither film is likely to please all of the pundits although Godard's did come runner-up in Sight and Sound's poll of the best films of the year. Of course, it isn't just language that Godard is saying goodbye to here; by choosing to make his film in 3D it's as if he has decided to turn his back on 'conventional' film-making. It's not that we haven't been here before; the old codger has been subverting film language for decades.

Since 'discovering' politics in the late sixties Godard has been dispensing with traditional narrative in film after film. If this is less political and even more abstract than we have come to expect it is no less infuriating though, for reasons I can't quite explain, it is also very watchable. That, of course, may have a lot to do with the look of the picture rather than the sound of it. Visually it is extraordinarily beautiful even if it makes no real sense, (perhaps you might pick up on his themes after several viewings).

There are no real 'characters' as such though a man, a woman, (both frequently naked; even at 84 Godard likes his pound of flesh), and a dog appear frequently though it is sometimes hard to know who is actually speaking, not that it matters. This picture isn't called "Goodbye to Language" for nothing. Words are both profound and superfluous while the film itself feels like something we could just as easily have done without. That's not by way of criticism but is rather more a statement of fact that, I'm sure, Godard might endorse. I'm glad I've seen it and I'm glad the old reprobate is still flying in the face of fashion. No-one else could have made it and surely that is Godard's gift as well as his legacy.

You know, it's always so common that people who dislike/hate films like this to call fans "pretentious", among other names, highlighting their reasons for liking films like these as having to do with self-importance. I do tend to like really out-there stuff so I know how it feels. But really, it just comes down to whether one enjoyed something like this or not. It's not about the "meaning", since one can like or dislike a film regardless of how well they understood it. Despite not knowing what the hell this was saying, I was actually enjoying it. I'm sure some hated it from the get-go and it was torture, but for me the first 30 minutes had me mostly intrigued. That fascination with it lessened as the film went on. I don't think something like this really works for more than 30 minutes, at most. I'm sure some would disagree, but while I don't hate it, I'm not a fan of it overall. I enjoyed it until I didn't, simple as that.

The French have always been the greatest thinkers. Philosophy is an art form for them, and an export commodity. Godard is a thinker, first and foremost, and seems to have decided finally that film is a medium for communicating ideas - not for telling stories or for entertainment or even propaganda (despite his lengthy Dziga Vertov phase), but the mere expression of ideas relating to the sociology of human existence. This film is full of ideas, hardly explored, merely expressed. Virtually every line is an epigram, obviously lifted straight from Godard's notebooks, and intoned gravely.

This film might form a trilogy of existential anguish with "Eloge de l'amour" (a goodbye to idealised love) and "Film Socialisme" (a goodbye to an idealised socialist utopia). "Goodbye to Language" is even bleaker: a goodbye to meaning, for without language there is nothing, neither action nor meaningful existence.

It starts out as another cynical diatribe against humanity and its many shortcomings of sense and sensitivity, the breakdown of which unleashes brutality in the first place, and, by natural extension, war. Brooding string orchestras firmly set the elegiac tone.

The allegory is developed by a highly stylised, bleached-out and barren couple - he, brutish, she, sensitive - walking around their home in stylised nudity like Adam and Eve, shamed by their inability to attain the simple happiness of simple communication.

Colour-saturated images of nature adorn the film: nature as the only simple optimism left. Godard's dog gradually steals the show, presented as a creature that has overtaken man in the ability to live a guiltless life.

I have seen no interpretations of what the metaphor is that the captions imply. But here is one: the medium itself is the metaphor. While often picturesque, the 3D effect is more often just odd. In no way does it add to the meaning of what we are seeing, but rather imposes a false theatricality upon things. Moreover, much of the 3D doesn't work, and, with the camera giving completely different perspectives on the nearest objects, surely cannot have been intended to work. It often ceased to be 3D and became two badly superimposed brain-jarring images. Some of these are so unworkable, so physically painful to look at that one must suppose either that Godard is taking a sadistic pleasure in stabbing us in the eyes, or that these images are meant to represent the actual dysfunctionality of the medium - overbearing technology that detracts more than it contributes to the meaning of things.

If that's one of the ideas at play, the film has wrong-footed everybody. If not, it has just wrong-footed me, but the idea is there for the taking and is worth thinking about, for that is entirely what the film is: something to think about, sadly.

Goodbye to Language (2014)

*** (out of 4)

Josette (Heloise Godet) and Gedeon (Kamel Abdeli) meet, fall in love, fight and so on.

If that sounds like a weak plot synapsis then I should mention that this is the latest film from Jean-Luc Godard who of course takes something simple and throws all sorts of "other" stuff into it. As you'd expect from Godard, there are some very weird moments throughout the picture and if you've seen his recent stuff like FILM SOCIALISME then you know that his style is just as wild as ever. I say this because of how Godard is telling his stories now. Sometimes you will have a scene playing out and then it just stops and moves onto something else. Something else Godard likes to play with in this film is the volume as sometimes we barely hear the characters and then out of nowhere we get extremely loud noises.

There's no question that Godard has his own way of doing things and more times than not it annoys the heck out of me and I ended up not liking the movie. That's certainly not the case with this one here as I really enjoyed it, although if you're expecting me to tell you deep, hidden secrets in the movie then that's not going to happen. There are countless Godard die-hards out there that will look into the deep hidden meanings of this film but that's not me. My reason for liking the picture is its basic love story that's at the center. I can't say this is an original love story or anything we haven't seen countless times before but it kept me entertained.

A lot of the credit has to go to lead actress Godet. Every time she was on the screen it was impossible to look away from her. A lot of times she doesn't even have dialogue but there was just something about her that made you focus in on her and there's no doubt that she adds a lot to the picture. Abdeli is also good in his role and the two have some nice chemistry together. Godard also likes to show off both of their bodies because there's a lot of full frontal nudity going on here including a brief shot of some oral sex being performed.

GOODBYE TO LANGUAGE has all sorts of scenes surrounding the "love story" including bits dealing with Hitler's plan and there's even an re-enactment of Mary Shelley writing Frankenstein. I think Godard's greatest decision was, unlike FILM SOCIALISME, he kept the running time to a short 69-minutes. At such a short running time the film never seemed too long and things never really got dragged out to the point where you wanted the film to end. This certainly isn't a masterpiece but I found the film to be quite entertaining in its own way.

I have said very often that I don't like Jean-Luc Godard's films though he is considered one of the best directors in the world. Usually his movies tell a banal and simple story with much ununderstandable sophistucation. This movie tells the story of a married woman that meets a single man and they fall in love with each other and talk all the time in pretentious meaningless philosophical dialogues through meaningless visual scenes and sometimes surrealistic images , arguing, discussing and dressing and undressing themselves. The story has no conducting wire and if there is a message that Godard wants to pass, once more like in his other movies we don't know what it is about. To watch this movie is indeed to lose time.