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In Praise Of Love (Éloge de l'amour) Reviews

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June 1, 2015
nothing but chit-chat & a serious of images that don't add up to anything kinda like the horrible 'book of life' what was new and fresh in the sixties as 'French new wave' is now just a tired cliché.
½ October 9, 2014
There's already evidence here that Godard is just so full of himself to a point he loses his own way.
April 14, 2013
A non-linear film with multiple plots about everything and nothing. Only as enigmatic and provocative as his weakest work; this also perhaps represents one of his least accessible films and also the work of a director frustratingly stuck in his own style.
July 20, 2012
Another past MIFF highlight.
½ May 13, 2012
Merci, mais non, merci!
Super Reviewer
January 9, 2012
I am just waiting for the cinephiles to jump all over me. A measly three stars for the return of the great Godard. The truth is that I wasn't terribly moved..and perhaps I wasn't meant to be. It's over my head.
November 20, 2011
Another masterpiece by the great French director. One who is in his 80s and still riding high. Maybe the greatest living director, if not the greatest ever. I am in awe of his visual style and screenplays. How he uses color and light. You can't begin to understand the complexity of his films. Aside from the film's intellectual basis, his films have the ability to really captivate you and move you tremendously. I still think "Film Socialisme" is the better film, but this one is not far behind. One of the many great films by Jean-Luc.
June 14, 2011
Apparently young rebels grow up to be cranky old men.
November 22, 2010
This is a film about questions, questions about the meaning of love, about the presence of mature love in the world, and about the possibility of connection with another human being. The B&W photography in the film's first 2/3 is exquisite. The elliptical editing and the impressive conglomeration of filmic and philosophic quotations both serve to create a dense work. That said, the frayed formulation of issues and the silly Anti-American and Hollywoodisms throughout undermine the film as a whole.
Super Reviewer
November 17, 2010
Visually stunning but dull and pretentious. Godard has lost it.
August 30, 2010
A series of pointless stories about love, with no connections what so ever.
½ May 2, 2010
more like a barthesian cinematic thesis than a film.
February 7, 2010
"When l think about something, I'm really thinking of something else"... for instance, you see a movie new to you; but it's new to you because you mentally compare it to another movie, one which you know...
December 12, 2009
a good movie for me to sleep! XD
December 9, 2009
Ceci est un projet. A cantata, a forest, an imagined community of French voices [those "Americans" are a darkened mirror], battling for un quelque chose, de l'amour, a memory, a thought, a history, un histoire. It's a rambling cartoon, whimsical and self-absorbed as the very aged can sometimes be. Vieillesse. And so French: it makes Charlie Kaufman look linear. It makes Wes Anderson look uncontrolled. It makes Tony Kushner look conservative. It makes Jia Zhangke look like a newcomer to camerawork. It irritates my boyfriend.
September 27, 2009
I really didn't expect Godard to still have it late in life. He does. This film makes me want to know French, which is no small feat.
½ March 21, 2009
Entre art documentaire et art pictural, la fiction selon le maitre.
½ January 31, 2009
As one review pointed out, to make a synopsis of any of Godard's films would be an insult in itself. In Praise of Love has a few structural elements to keep a semblance of form in place but is so content being anti-formulaic it becomes its own undoing. Not to say that it was a poor film. It just seems unsure of itself about its own content. The numerous Godardian signatures are there: title cards, great sound design, plot fragmentation, self-reflexivity... but at times, it feels as though its only function is to be a reminder of Godard's relevance and to perpetuate his own disappointments in modern cinema. The plot loosely revolves around a filmmaker doing research for a movie (or an opera, or a play) that centres around the different stages of 'love'-- love between children, between adults, and between the elderly. There is also a subplot involving an elderly couple (who were once part of the French resistence) and are now being courted by 'Steven Spielberg and associates' to adapt their story into a Hollywood screenplay. It is divided into two sections, one filmed in beautiful black and white, the other (due to budgetary restraints) in highly saturated video. There is a certain poetic lucidity that can be appreciated in Praise of Love-- it is seen in better context on later works such as Notre Musique-- but here, it feels too aware of its aesthetic for its own sake. It lacks a certain kind of conviction and innovation one would expect from a Godard film. It's hard to argue the merits of its unique qualities but at times it feels too much like a 70-year-old filmmaker's personal statement to re-assert himself back into a position once held but has presently lost.
½ December 10, 2008
An aged Godard; here at 71; is a difficult concept--at once because his reclusiveness accords him his Legend status and any releases that bear his mark that find their way into mainstream cinema intimidate with their mere presence; is there a more portentous mark to bear for a film, having crossed the millenium, then UNE FILM DE JEAN-LUC GODARD alone on the screen; a credit and a cipher. And also, because we, accustomed as we are to the shorthand camera-work of his Black and Whites to the smooth agility and technicolor of Coutard; and to his always youthful, snappy and fresh punch-throwing intellectualism; his romantic infatuations and meta-indulgences; are a bit fearful that this once enfant terrible may, in fact, be growing old, and that his output, as expansive and incredible as any artist's span, may be finite. In Praise of Love, Godard's most recent 'mainstream' fare--in contention for the Palme d'Or--In Praise of Love is unlike; perhaps at times in opposition to; his earlier, younger, works. It is worth noting how age has made him sometimes crass; while he's been touching on 'the Age of James Bond and Viet Nam' since 1966, it never seemed to reach the level of despite it does here with all the Karinas glowing on the screen. Here; he lashes out without salving with punchlines and songs; Hollywood is out, Spielberg is out, America is out. Some critics are excessively critical of this; after all, Godard has paid homage to enough American films in his time that he has certainly synthesized enough of our culture that he cannot entirely deflect his own barbs; but, enough, the man is old--the black and white photography here is grainy, noisy, steady; in its image is the graceful patience and dismay that age has brought--the second half has the colors bleeding and mutated; like a purposely figmental attempt to be modern and new. The story is a ghost; it appears and disappears, its existence is objectionable, but its trail felt; black cards are inserted randomly into the picture--they read, "Something." There are musings; set to the kind of piano notes that slow time; characters face away from the screen and talk about love, life, and the fiction of adulthood--this last focus is the most revealing and interesting; Godard's own life seems to adhere to his pattern of young and old and nothing else; there must be a fissure somewhere down the timeline where you cross from one to the other; In Praise of Love is Godard's admission, confession, that he has crossed over to the other side; and still daring to disturb the universe.
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