Well '60s classic, one of Godard's very best, Jean Seberg and Jean-Paul Belmondp brilliant, and Paris and all those emptier boulevards and wonderful old cars.
Rewatching this ahead of seeing Nouvelle Vague tomorrow, and it still feels ridiculously fresh. Every time I put it on, Jean-Paul Belmondo somehow gets better—all swagger and cigarette smoke, like he’s making up the rules of being cool as he goes along.
Godard basically rips up the film school handbook and starts again—jump cuts, handheld chaos, conversations that sound improvised but hit just right. It shouldn’t work, but it does, just because it’s got that rare confidence of a filmmaker doing that knows it’s doing something new.
There’s still nothing else quite like it. Breathless isn’t just about being young and reckless, and in love—it is those things. Watching it again, you realise most movies are still trying to catch up with what this one pulled off with reckless self-confidence.
Well '60s classic, one of Godard's very best, Jean Seberg and Jean-Paul Belmondp brilliant, and Paris and all those emptier boulevards and wonderful old cars.