Dos o tres cosas...

I may prefer Spanish over French, but I loved Godard’s film. Something about it was very aesthetically pleasing, but I’m unable to point out just what it was. My favorite part of the film was the scenes when Juliette paid a visit to her husband at the garage where he worked. I especially enjoyed this part for two reasons, the first of which refers back the point someone made in class on Tuesday (Katharine, I think) about how the scene highlighted an all-important fact. It is the one point in the film when it becomes obvious that Juliette loves Robert. They kiss hello and goodbye and she turns back to face the road with a smile. The moment was like a priceless gem for her, randomly found in the midst of a particularly dusty and dreary day. Secondly, the narrator proceeds to step back and ask the audience how we can ever really be sure we saw the “right” thing, the more important details of the sequence which are absolutely necessary. How can we ever be sure that we should not have focused on the leaves of the nearby trees rustling in the wind, or the insistent and eager tone of the car’s horn as Juliette screeches around the corner into the garage? Is there really a “right” thing to see, and if so, should is it better to see what was right for Juliette, the filmmaker, or each of us in the audience. And whose fault is it if we fail to see what is “right”?