Although Godard himself has publicly denounced this film, Helas Pour Moi at the time of is release in 1993 and today still shows the enfant terrible of the French New Wave maintaining relevancy in a shifting world where art and cinema have undeniably separated and has sense found its way into the bed of entertainment.
And Godard (like Brecht) forever wishes to remind his audience that they're only watching a film, and that film is an expression of art; and in this case it's his.
Helas Pour Moi is a film much like others from this period - a wash of text on screen and from the actors, bites of classical music, and a saturation of colours and images all corresponding with Godard's view that you're not watching his work to be entertained, rather to be informed. If there was a plot in this film, I've yet to find it.