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| Weekend |
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| Originally released: 1967 |
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Weekend is like watching the apocalypse. It resembles a Bunuel film at
first, with a bourgeois couple viciously plotting against each other.
They go for a drive in the country, and in a celebrated tracking shot,
encounter the mother of all traffic snarl-ups; it feels like
civilisation itself has ground to a halt here, and is turning in on
itself. Total meltdown - political, sexual, artistic - follows, as
narrative cinema proves unable to contain Godard's sense that the
revolution is nigh. 'Fin de Cinema' proclaims the end title. Yes, we
know now that the revolution a) did not happen and b) was televised, but
Weekend remains a heady, anarchic, eye-opening joy.
SF Said
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