Director: Jean-Luc Godard
Writers: Jean-Luc Godard,
Catherine Vimenet (based on the articles “La Prostitution dans les grands
ensembles”)
Starring: Marina Vlady,
Roger Montsoret, Anny Duperey, Joseph Gehrard, Raoul Lévy, Jean Narboni
I’ll admit it. Even being
the cineaste I am, there are some gaping holes in my cinematic experience.
Jean-Luc Godard is one of them. I’m not completely unknowledgeable. I’ve seen
“Breathless” and his strange and somewhat annoying version of science fiction
“Alphaville”. I fear I reveal myself by declaring “Alphaville” annoying, but at
times it is surely trying to be. So this will be a rather inexperienced look at
a man who is seen as one of the masters of cinema.
To look at what Godard helped
to create in the French New Wave movement with his masterpiece “Breathless” and
to look at where he has come with movies like this one and much further down
the line with “Film Socialisme”—unseen by me, but it was rather difficult to
miss the emphatic critical consensus against it—you might think he hated the
muted realism he helped to bring to cinema. And yet, he’s dedicated to the
social spotlight he can bring to life with his images, however odd and
unorthodox their delivery might be.
With “2 or 3 Things I Know
About Her”, it seems to me Godard must be the most Brechtian of filmmakers. His
films are very political in nature and they create a detachment for the
audience with their insistence on informing us that we are watching a movie. “2
or 3 Things” even begins with references to Brecht and an introduction to its
leading lady where the narrator—who certainly seems to be the voice of the
director—instructs the audience on how she looks and what she will do. He’s telling
us right from the start that she is a tool of the filmmaker and not an agent of
free will.
And yet, free will seems to
be a major subject of the movie. Juliette is a housewife in the suburbs of
Paris, who must work as a prostitute to help make ends meet. She lives in a
housing project with her family. Godard uses interstitial shots of road
construction on the outlying suburbs of the City of Love to comment on the
division of the classes. The people living in these projects are intellectuals
with strong values and an idealism typical of late sixties counter culture, yet
they’ve been demoted to second-class citizens through the economic trials of
the time. All the while, this great city is ever expanding.
The narrator whispers all
his dialogue, as if letting the audience in on a deep dark secret about the
underbelly of this city that has always held a rosy exterior. Or perhaps he
doesn’t wish to disturb this mistress that he loves. The narrator’s dialogue is
often interrupted with shots of construction where the sound is deafening. Then
Godard takes the sound out entirely, as if to ask the audience to observe and
truly consider what is happening to the city. I couldn’t help but wonder how
the movie played in Paris at the time of its release in 1967. Certainly the
people portrayed here, who would’ve had a taste for existentialism and a
commentary against the status quo, enjoyed it. But how did it play to the elite
of the inner city? Many of whom were whisked into the French New Wave as it
rolled in nearly a decade earlier. Were they offended at how Godard seemed to
regard how many Parisians had helped create the class divide in the name of
progress?
Godard doesn’t limit himself
to the politics and social divide of Paris, however. He opens the movie with
two men who appear to be monitoring radio transmissions from the U.S. war in
Vietnam. These aren’t government men. They’re working class men, who appear to
be listening merely as some sort of hobby. I make this assumption because they
are never shown compiling the information they gather into some sort of protest
movement. Perhaps he is commenting on the complacency and apathy among even
Parisian intellectuals at the time. Later, he shows another couple of men
randomly recording lines out of stacks of books in a local eatery. I’ll have to
scratch my head a little longer to figure that out.
The central story, however,
is Juliette’s, who is not portrayed as any sort of victim in her life as a
daytime prostitute. The film presents a day in her life almost as a
documentary. We see her take her daughter to a daycare—also strangely portrayed
I think to show that the daycare worker has more than one line of work going as
well. We see her shopping for a dress that she sets aside to pay for after her workday.
We see her at the beauty shop. We see her in a drinking establishment that
appears to be where she and other prostitutes get their customers. We see a
very mundane sexual encounter with a young man that doesn’t really display any
sex. Later she goes with a girlfriend to another job where an “American”—who is
played by the quite obviously non-American Joseph Gehrard—films them doing
strange things like walking back and forth with airline bags on their heads.
This might be some sort of comment about how Americans are clueless when it
comes to sexuality, even of the perverse nature. It is certainly a comment
about the self-importance of Americans.
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