Last Friday I took my brother and his friend Kyle to see Contempt (Le Mèpris, for you Frenchies) at the Film Forum. I am too exhausted to write a complete review of this film, but I will say:
a) It is a movie about Brigitte Bardot's ass
b) It's in color, which was difficult to adjust to (having only seen Godard's other films in black and white)
c) I wasn't aware that it was physically possible to frown as much as Bardot does in this film
d) It is genius
e) Bardot's hair made me miss mine.
Godard is such a mind-fuck. After the film, we schlepped home to Brooklyn. I immediately fell into my bed, and passed out, still in my clothes. I didn't even take off my boots.
Has your lover ever done something, anything, it could be a trifle, where in that moment you become immediately aware that they could care less about you? Or, that suddenly, in that moment, your entire relationship and its future are crystallized in such a way that you know you cannot continue?
C'est le Mèpris.
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