Once again I don't have time to devote to a full blown discussion. I pulled a few posts from back in the day since I've had to defend Godard multiple times over the years. Suffice to say he is one of my favorites who pushed cinema in directions that no one else had before or since:
A war film so unremittingly ugly as to make the viewer not just repulsed by
war, but by the film itself. Godard's point being that if war is truly Hell,
than why would anyone want to watch a film about it?; much less make a film
about it. Overstuffed to the point of bursting with subtext, moral and
political lessons, and vitriol for most aspects of humanity, I was reveling
in every delicious inch of a creation who's director cared not a whit for
conventions of storytelling, plot, or pacing in an effort to present his
message.
Between Le Petit Soldat and Ecstacy of the Angels, I've seen a lot of rage
on screen this week, but Les Carabiniers tops them both. It has to be the
blackest war film I've seen. Other films like Apocalypse Now or Full Metal
Jacket may show men that war has turned into animalistic killing machines,
but for the most part, because of the way they are presented, you have
sympathy for them. In Les Carabiniers the audience isn't let off the hook.
There isn't a single character to latch on to, no cause or ideal of any
sort, only naked greed, apathy, and the power of a gun. The screen filled
with image after image of bombings, shootings, and death described by the
men in the most banal terms in postcards they send home that become title
cards for us. (and according to the commentary, were taken from actual war
letters). But the film also isn't without humor. In one memorable scene, a
character upon seeing his first film, acts out the old story about what
happened when the Lumieres showed their train film and then, when the film
switches to a woman bathing, the scene becomes an homage to Buster Keaton's
Sherlock Jr. The penultimate scene is masterful, as Godard seems to reject
the very notion of film and art all together or at least the idea that
anyone can own art or should seek to capture images of beauty.
Sure John, but that's what makes the movie so mind-blowing for me. Its anti-itself. I love that Godard tried to work out this concept on film. He has always tried to push the boundaries of film as a medium of expression, leading to both revelations and dead ends. Les Carabiniers falls within the category of "experimental" film, and for me, it is a fascinating one.
A war film so unremittingly ugly as to make the viewer not just repulsed by
war, but by the film itself. Godard's point being that if war is truly Hell,
than why would anyone want to watch a film about it?; much less make a film
about it. Overstuffed to the point of bursting with subtext, moral and
political lessons, and vitriol for most aspects of humanity, I was reveling
in every delicious inch of a creation who's director cared not a whit for
conventions of storytelling, plot, or pacing in an effort to present his
message.
Between Le Petit Soldat and Ecstacy of the Angels, I've seen a lot of rage
on screen this week, but Les Carabiniers tops them both. It has to be the
blackest war film I've seen. Other films like Apocalypse Now or Full Metal
Jacket may show men that war has turned into animalistic killing machines,
but for the most part, because of the way they are presented, you have
sympathy for them. In Les Carabiniers the audience isn't let off the hook.
There isn't a single character to latch on to, no cause or ideal of any
sort, only naked greed, apathy, and the power of a gun. The screen filled
with image after image of bombings, shootings, and death described by the
men in the most banal terms in postcards they send home that become title
cards for us. (and according to the commentary, were taken from actual war
letters). But the film also isn't without humor. In one memorable scene, a
character upon seeing his first film, acts out the old story about what
happened when the Lumieres showed their train film and then, when the film
switches to a woman bathing, the scene becomes an homage to Buster Keaton's
Sherlock Jr. The penultimate scene is masterful, as Godard seems to reject
the very notion of film and art all together or at least the idea that
anyone can own art or should seek to capture images of beauty.
Quote:
| John Rice: In fact isn't the very act of touting it as great film making actually counter to the actual principle of the film? |
Sure John, but that's what makes the movie so mind-blowing for me. Its anti-itself. I love that Godard tried to work out this concept on film. He has always tried to push the boundaries of film as a medium of expression, leading to both revelations and dead ends. Les Carabiniers falls within the category of "experimental" film, and for me, it is a fascinating one.




