With its wintry images, shadowy spaces and shots of Godard alone in
silence as the light dies away, this is clearly the work of a film-maker
coming to terms with impending mortality, a self-portrait of the
artist as an old man. There is something of Samuel Beckett's Krapp's
Last Tape here, as he struggles with his life, his work and their
meaning. And yet there's a sense of celebration too - especially of the
exceptional - which gives JLG/JLG a transcendent power.
