Two or Three Things I Know About Her (1967)

Suffocatingly pretentious visual essay from the French New Wave filmmaker everyone loves to hate, Jean-Luc Godard. The voiceover narration and the characters (if you can call them characters) spout endless verbal torrents about Vietnam and modes of representation and the inadequacy of language until you just want to scream. If you feel that your words are not sufficient to express your ideas then please shut the fuck up, thanks Jean-Luc.

Grade: D+