Even so, it's clear--especially four decades on--that whoredom is only one of the many topics on Godard's hyperactive brain. The scenes which you take away from the film aren't the sexy bits (which are few, and almost glacially offhand) but the exasperating, perverse or anguished bits: Nana, the heroine (Anna Karina) alone in a cinema, silently weeping at and for the silent vision of Maria Falconetti in Carl Dreyer's La Passion de Jeanne d'Arc; Nana in a pool hall, improvising an artlessly peppy dance routine; Nana in a café, endlessly talking Plato, Hegel and Kant with the grizzled, real-life philosopher Brice Parain.
In short, the truest subject of Vivre sa vie--and it is a rich one--is nothing other than its star, Anna Karina, the piercingly beautiful model who had married her director just a year before, and who obviously inspired him to perplexity, rapture and despair. Technically, the film is insouciant to the point of arrogance--Godard constantly fiddles around with the soundtrack, the camera movements and framing as if all the usual rules of cinema were a pair of itchy underpants--and yet the film aches with melancholy. It's unlikely that the video will make many new converts, but for those willing to pay the price of admission to Godard's world (and the price includes boredom), the reward is one of the strangest and most troubling love letters in the history of cinema--apart from Godard's half-dozen other films about his wife, that is. --Kevin Jackson --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
A bit late and the box was cracked but that was probably caused by the mailservice.
The film is what it was expected to be.
This is the film about Nana(Karina),a young girl from the provinces who has been living in Paris for some time. Read morePublished on 23 July 2010 by technoguy