First Name: Carmen (Godard, 1983): Close-Up Cinema, 8.15pm
This film, which also screens on March 19th, is part of the year-long Jean-Luc Godard season at Close-Up Cinema. Full details here.
Chicago Reader review:
Jean-Luc Godard continues the autobiographical fantasy of Every Man for Himself and Passion with
a blackly comic tale of a broken-down director (played with great
satiric flair by Godard himself) enlisted by his sexpot niece (Maruschka
Detmers) as a cover for a bizarre kidnapping scheme. Godard, as usual,
proceeds by contradictions: just as he aligns Beethoven’s late quartets
with the noise of Parisian traffic, so the film becomes more abstract as
it becomes more personal, more tragic as it becomes more farcical.
Godard uses the plot of Merimee’s Carmen as a link between a
classical tradition and his own modernist work of the 60s; he is
searching for a point of equilibrium between the made and the found, the
ordered and the chaotic—a point from which to define an aesthetic for
the 80s.
Dave Kehr
Here (and above) is an extract.
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