wosmith:
the beauty in Goddard's films is that everything...
the beauty in Goddard's films is that everything starts out so simply, like the dancing in this scene. But then the dance becomes a narrative; questioning, doubting, lost and wandering, wondering. But it is all so simple. C'est très chic.
Repetitious dance, interrupted by minute swaths of random thought, struck to music that starts and stops without precise trimming. It invokes chaos, boredom, loneliness, and the false hope of intimacy with people you only think you know. And in the end, as with so many films of this sort, it has to end in madness and fire.
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