This was some crazy, lovely, French isht from days gone by. Godard is sometimes not an easy pill to swallow, but this one was always entertaining. Godard, however, is almost always a pill one longs to swallow, even if occasionally (in our experience), having swallowed the pill, one longs for the antidote. Woah! What kind of metaphor is this? Sorry. We LOVE French films in general… we love France, in general… just thinking of Parisian rain drops beading up and trailing from back to front over the sexy black, hyper-waxed curves of a Citroên DS as it speeds around a frenzied Place de la Concorde and swings into the Champs Elysee makes me thankful to have been alive long enough to know about days long passed.

There was, however, the unpleasant, foreboding pressure of having to catch a 7:30 flight the next morning (Hey, “anon”, am I being pretentious again?),  which somewhat dampened our party spirits, for which I apologize… we just thought that a MovieNight with somewhat dampened spirits, followed by No MovieNight, would be better than two No MovieNights in a row.

Please bear with us, and thank you for your enthusiastic support.