every beautiful work of film is at the same time an expression of the artist's political critiques and their own freaky fantasies and this one's no exception, truly beautiful stuff
possibly the greatest film ever made, one of Godard's finest. Dostoevsky and pop art and America and Maoism and the most beautiful people ever on camera and wondering what it means to struggle and what it means to love someone and, how to talk about it
so much to talk about, the sunglasses, the scarf, the fresh baguette and coffee, the always lovely cafe setting. I think this is the most swag ever captured on camera I aspire to be at this level
alright hear me out: carbonation and coffee with a squeeze of orange shouldn’t work, but it does. Been making them daily and i feel a lot better in the morning each time i do
