I don't care if Godard disowned Sympathy. You asked me the last one I loved. Of course Alphaville is one to go back to again and again. Some might to Weekend, not me. Breathless, which is so nostalgic and charming. La Chinoise at the time was exciting. So was Godard's cantankerous spirit. He appeared on the Berkeley campus with a panel and questions from the floor and an interrpreter he used as a foil -- a scene right out of one of his movies.
Garrel junior seems to be doing very well for somebody who just got in through nepotism. Or can it be that he has talent. Nothing like having talent and connections. I'm not the fan of Kent Jones that some of you guys are. His writing seems to me to be the usual solemn turgid self-important youthful academic kind of thing. Maybe I'll be proven wrong. At least he is well placed and producing serious stuff. Too serious, but he may be a good influence. But his blanket assertion of Garrel's profundity seems a bit naive. His shorthands are a bit crude at times: "He conceives a filmic moment in terms of time-stopping portraiture. Garrel honors the individual by refusing to embellish or soften life's verities in any way. His philosophy is that the only thing worth talking about is a man, a woman, and a child, and every other structure is either superfluous or destructive." "Every other structure"? Bad phrase. "Soften life's verities"? Pompous nonsense. The best example of that is "typically French." He just doesn't write all that well, Oscar. If he'd written "more truly French" that would have worked better. It's not what he's saying, it's how he says it.
I may see Machuca. A friend wants to go and it's at the San Rafael theater which I think is nice. But Michael Atkinson has shredded it in the Voice, and oftentimes when Atkinson shreds something, it's hard to put it back together, it remains partly in tatters.
