Parasite: A Review

The second movie reviewed in our latest episode is Parasite, and here’s what I wrote about it on Facebook when writing about my favorite movies released in the U.S. in 2019.

Another international filmmaker whose work I’ve never been able to fully embrace is Bong Joon Ho. I recognize he’s one of a handful of directors who address the fact, as he puts it, we live in a world called capitalism, but too often, I find his work heavy-handed, even though, in his previous films (The Host, Snowpiercer), he expressed that idea through genre. Ironically, when Bong decided to address the subject more directly in Parasite (which he co-wrote with Han Jin-Won), he made what, for me, is his best film to date. It also made history; it’s only the second film to win both the top prize at the Cannes Film Festival and Best Picture at the Oscars (Marty was the other one)*, and the first non-English language film to win Best Picture at the Oscars.

In Seoul, the Kim family – father Ki-Taek (Song Kang Ho), mother Chung-Sook (Jang Hye-Jin), daughter Ki-Jung (Park So-Dam), and son Ki-Woo (Choi Woo-Sik) – live in a sub-basement apartment. They fold pizza boxes for a living, which barely helps to make ends meet. One day, Ki-Woo’s friend Min (Park Seo-Joon) visits them. Min is moving abroad, so he recommends Ki-Woo to take over his job as tutor to Da-Hye (Jung Ji-So), daughter of the Park family – Dong-Ik (Lee Sun-Kyun), the father, and Yeon-Kyo (Cho Yeo-Jeong). Ki-Woo makes a good impression on the Parks (especially Da-Hye, who develops a crush on him), and when he notices Da-Hye’s hyperactive younger brother, Da-Song (Jung Hyun-Jun), likes to draw, Ki-Woo recommends his “friend” Jessica – actually Ki-Jung – to be his art therapist. Similarly, Ki-Jung “accidentally” leaves her panties in the Park’s limo, framing the driver, Yoon (Park Keun-Rok) for having sex in the car, and recommends Ki-Taek as a driver (he did work as a driver previously). Finally, when Ki-Woo and Ki-Jung find out Moon-Gwang (Lee Jung-Eun), the Park’s housekeeper, is allergic to peaches, they exploit that to make it look like she actually has tuberculosis, and tell the Parks about a cleaning service that caters to rich people like them, and which “happens” to use Chung-Sook, who takes over as housekeeper. With all four members of the Kim family now gainfully employed, things seem to be looking up, but looks can be deceiving.

 

The simplest way to tell this story would have been to make one family evil and one family good, but even though Bong drew on sources that did stack the deck like that – the 1960 version of The Housemaid – he doesn’t make that mistake. All of the characters here have both their good and bad traits (including one character I won’t talk about because it constitutes a major spoiler), while at the same time, we see how circumstances have shaped them. At one point, Ki-Taek says the Parks are nice even though they’re rich, whereas Chung-Sook tells him the Parks are nice only because they’re rich. At the same time, Bong also shows the trappings of wealth and what they do; he and production designer Lee Ha-Jun designed the house the Parks lived in, and it feels clean and modern (Yeon-Kyo is a germaphobe who also wants to protect her son – why that is constitutes another spoiler – while Dong-Ik simply likes it that way), but also overwhelming, remote, and reeking of privilege. By contrast, the Kims’ apartment is cramped and filthy, especially when a rainstorm floods the place. You can see why the Kims would do just about anything to crawl out of that existence, and why the Parks take their own place so seriously, while at the same time trapped by it as much as they are defined by it.

In case you think this sounds like a tract, Bong also makes it funny. Right from the beginning, when we see Ki-Jung and Ki-Woo rooting around in the apartment trying to latch onto a neighbor’s Wi-Fi signal, Bong exploits the comic potential of the material. The lengths the Kims go to in order to not only secure employment for everyone, but also to get the chauffeur and the housekeeper out of the way, is darkly funny. The way “Jessica” bullshits her way through teaching Da-Song is another comic aspect (the dark irony, of course, is she actually does him some good) – the “jingle” she does to recite the backstory made up for her soon became a popular GIF and meme.

At the same time, Bong takes the characters and relationships seriously, even when he’s pushing the caricature; for example, the feelings Da-Hye has for Ki-Woo are genuine (even if it’s partly as an escape from the problems in the family; namely, her parents’ indifference to her), and you also get the sense Ki-Woo isn’t entirely pretending in what he thinks about her. Therefore, when things become violent in the last 1/3 (although never gratuitously), it comes as even more of a shock (though it’s set up). All of the actors are able to keep the characters believable the entire way (my personal favorite is So-Dam, but all of them are excellent). I don’t know if Parasite represents a turning point for Bong, or remain just the one movie of Bong’s I like, but it’s still a great film regardless.

*-Some people would also add The Lost Weekend, but since it was awarded a tie for the Palme D’Or with several other films, and since that happened for the year after it won Best Picture, I wouldn’t.

Shoplifters: A Review

Episode 59 has finally dropped, and here’s what I wrote about our first movie from that episode, Shoplifters, when I wrote about my favorite movies released in the U.S. in 2018.

Throughout his career, Hirokazu Kore-eda has specialized in telling humanistic dramas, as well as movies inspired by true stories – not the earth-shattering or world-shaking stories made into movies like, say, The Post, but what might be called human interest stories. My favorite film of his to date, Shoplifters, which won the Palme D’Or in 2018, combines both of those strands (though not based on any particular story, it is based on stories Kore-eda read about poverty and shoplifting).

Set in Tokyo, the film follows a poor family living in a run-down apartment; Osamu (Lily Franky), an out-of-work day laborer (he twisted his ankle), his wife Nobuyo (Sakura Ando), who works for a laundry service, Nobuyo’s sister Aki (Mayu Matsuoka), who works as a stripper, and Shota (Kairi Jo), Osamu and Nobuyo’s son, or so he appears to be at first. They live with the apartment owner, Hatsue (Kirin Kiki), and they live off her pension and the food and other supplies Osamu and Shota shoplift from grocery stores. One night, as Osamu and Shota are walking home, they spot a little girl named Yuri (Miyu Sasaki), who seems to come from a family that abuses and neglects her. Osamu takes her in, and while Shota’s jealous at first of the attention Yuri gets, when Yuri, whose name is changed to Rin, joins in on the family’s shoplifting, he changes his mind, especially when he and the rest of the family learn Rin’s family never reported her missing. However, after one incident involving Shota, things start to unravel.

Kore-eda’s method is to let things develop at their own pace, without trying to force any melodrama on the proceedings. Sometimes, that low-key approach simply becomes too flat (as I felt the Kore-eda film most similar to this, 2004’s Nobody Knows, about a group of children abandoned by their mother, was).* However, with the plot twists Kore-eda gives us as the movie goes on, this low-key approach works. Kore-eda (who also edited the film), cinematographer Ryuto Kondo, and production designer Keiko Mitsumatsu show us the details of how this makeshift family lives, without rubbing our noses in it. Kore-eda also shows us how this family loves and takes care of each other, as well as Yuri, even as we later learn the truth about all of them. As with other of his films, Kore-eda is also making a critique of the Japanese government – how I can’t really get into without giving things away – but again, he does so in a low-key manner, so it never feels didactic. Instead, he involves us emotionally with the characters, without every tugging directly on our heartstrings. It helps the cast is all very good (Kiki, a Kore-eda regular, died a couple of months before the film was released in the U.S.). As more people fall into poverty, it becomes important for art to depict them in an honest way, and Shoplifters fits the bill.

*-At the time I wrote this, that’s how I felt about Nobody Knows. However, after rewatching the movie, I like it a lot more, and it’s up there with my favorite Kore-eda movies (along with After LifeStill WalkingOur Little SisterShoplifters, and Broker).

Michelle Yeoh: An Appreciation

 

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We’ve talked on our show about a handful of movies from Hong Kong, as well as how Hong Kong movies became popular (at least on a cult level) in America in the 1980’s and 1990’s. That popularity led to Hollywood recruiting some of Hong Kong’s stars (Jackie Chan, Chow Yun-Fat) and filmmakers (Tsui Hark, John Woo) to make movies for them.

Unfortunately, for the most part, Hollywood didn’t really know how to use the filmmakers. Woo, for example, only made one movie – Face/Off – that could compare to the quality of his Hong Kong movies. The stars didn’t fare much better: Chan managed to appear in a couple of hit franchises (the Shanghai movies, the Rush Hour movies), but most of the stars and filmmakers, after trying to work in Hollywood, eventually came back to Hong Kong. Even Chan has returned. The one star who made it big in Hong Kong during that time who has managed to make a successful career in Hollywood has been Michelle Yeoh, and it was still a long, sometimes bumpy road for her, but an ultimately rewarding one as she became the first Asian actress to be nominated for Best Actress at the Oscars this year for Everything Everywhere All at Once, and is a favorite to win.

Like Ziyi Zhang, who co-starred with her in two movies, Yeoh trained as a dancer, studying ballet until she was 15, when a spinal injury curtailed any dreams of becoming a professional dancer. And like Zhang, Yeoh has used her dancing skills and training in many of her roles in the genre she’s become most associated with, the martial arts movie (both historical, or “wuxia”, and modern-day). When American action stars claim in interviews they do their own stunts—or if the movie’s publicity material or IMDb trivia page makes that claim—it’s an exaggeration 99% of the time. Most actors aren’t qualified to do their own stunts, and insurance companies would never let them get away with it anyway. In Hong Kong, out of cost reasons—at least in the 80’s and 90’s—stars did their own stunts, including Yeoh, and while she suffered numerous injuries, they are convincing throughout, and the fight scenes look better and less mechanical than ones in American action movies, which also helped actors like Yeoh shine even from the beginning.

The following is meant not to be a definitive profile of Yeoh’s career – I’ve only seen clips of her work on Star Trek: Discovery, for example, though what I saw of her was impressive—especially since a lot of her Hong Kong work is either unavailable at all or unavailable in subtitled form (I was hoping to revisit Wing Chun, a 1994 martial arts movie, for example, but it’s only available on YouTube without English subtitles), but I hope it will serve as a suitable overview of her work, and illustrate why I think she’s so good.

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As Ming-Ming in Magnificent Warriors

Her first starring role, Yes, Madam (aka In the Line of Duty), showcased her ballet skills when it came to her action scenes. Yeoh (billed as Michelle Khan) plays Inspector Ng, a Hong Kong detective who reluctantly teams up with Scotland Yard Detective Inspector Carrie Morris (Cynthia Rothrock, in her film debut) to solve a murder and stop a mob boss. Already, director Cory Yuen and Yeoh show off how her ballet moves make her fight scenes entertaining to watch. In the climax, when Ng and Morris take on the minions of the mob boss, Yeoh swings from a railing, does the splits, does a somersault in the air, and more as she fights them off. It’s thrilling to watch. The rest of the film doesn’t quite measure up, as Yuen isn’t able to make the humor and action work together (though producer/director Tsui Hark, in a rare acting role, is fun as a thief), and Yeoh’s acting skills aren’t quite up to her action skills, as she goes too over-the-top.

Her follow-up movie, Royal Warriors, has her Inspector Yip team up with a Japanese Interpol agent (Hiroyuki Sanada) and a Chinese sky marshal (Michael Wong) to foil a hijacking, only to find themselves targeted by the associates of the hijackers. Once again, Yeoh struggles somewhat with the dramatic scenes, especially when Inspector Yip becomes angry and motivated by revenge after a death. However, her fighting skills (which she’s described interviews as “Michelle style’) again are showcased well, using both swordplay (a wooden katana, though of course it’s not much use against real swords) and her fists and legs, especially in the bar fight scene.

Much better is the similarly-titled Magnificent Warriors. This movie sees Yeoh as Ming-Ming, an Indiana Jones-type spy, and daughter of a Chinese rebel, who teams up with another agent, a con man, a rebellious princess, and a local aristocrat to try and thwart the Japanese in 1930’s Tibet (or nearby). Again, the drama and comedy don’t quite work together, but Yeoh seems less awkward  and more involved when it comes to acting. For instance, when she and the others attempt to flee the Japanese and are foiled when a soldier throws a stick of dynamite into their jeep, causing it to crash, she gives a look of calm resignation. And again, Yeoh acquits herself well in the fight scenes, even getting to use a machine gun at the beginning of the movie.

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With Jackie Chan in Supercop: Police Story 3

After marrying Dickson Poon, co-founder (with Sammo Hung) of D&B Films (which released Yes, Madam, among other films), Yeoh temporarily retired from acting, but when the couple divorced in 1992, director Stanley Tong, a friend of hers, reached out to her and suggested she get back into acting in a film he was directing. That film, Supercop (also known as Police Story 3), ended up teaming her with the most famous martial arts actor at the time, Jackie Chan. In this installment, Chan returns as Inspector Chan, a Hong Kong cop who is sent to mainland China to team up with Inspector Jessica Yang (Yeoh, billed again as Michelle Khan) to stop a drug kingpin. Tong doesn’t combine the humor and drama of the story the way Chan, as director, did in the first two Police Story movies, and once again, Maggie Cheung is wasted on the role of Chan’s jealous girlfriend. Still, Chan and Yeoh have an easy rhythm together, especially when Yeoh is pretending to be Chan’s sister and the two have to pretend to have a brother/sister squabble to maintain their cover. But, of course, the movie is best known for its action scenes, and they deliver. While Brigitte Lin had done some martial arts moves in a couple of scenes from the first Police Story movie, Chan in general at the time thought women didn’t belong in fight scenes, but Yeoh convinced him otherwise. Her most famous stunt, of course, is when Inspector Yang drives a motorcycle onto a moving train to help Chan catch the bad guys. She also has a terrific fight scene when she’s pretending to fight off Chinese army officers so Chan can get in good with the drug kingpin.

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As Siu Lin in Tai Chi Master

The following year, Yeoh appeared in a film with another famed martial artist from Hong Kong, Jet Li – Tai Chi Master, directed by Woo-Ping Yuen. The wuxia film, which Li also produced, isn’t as strong a vehicle for him as the first installments of Once Upon a Time in China or Fong Sai-Yuk, but it gives Yeoh her most dimensional role up to that point in her career. She plays Siu Lin, a woman who ends up teaming up with Li’s Zhang Junbao (thought to be the inventor of Tai Chi martial arts) with rebels against a tyrannical governor and against Junbao’s childhood friend Tienbo (Chin Siu Ho), who has become power-mad. Yeoh does hold her own in fighting (and unfortunately, as in Royal Warriors, is a Damsel in Distress at one point, though at least she’s able to get out of it on her own here), but she also gets more dramatic scenes to work with that show her coming into her own as an actress, as when she’s drowning her sorrows over the fact her husband has left her for another woman, or when she’s trying to help Junbao after he’s regressed mentally at the shock of Tienbo’s betrayal against him. She and Li don’t have the same type of relationship as she and Chan did in Supercop, but they also work together well.

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With Maggie Cheung (left) and Anita Mui (center) in The Heroic Trio.

Yeoh’s best work in Hong Kong films for me, however, came in The Heroic Trio (which came out that year) and The Stunt Woman (which came out three years later). The former, a fantasy movie directed by Johnnie To, teams Yeoh with Cheung and Anita Mui (the late pop singer/actress) as the titular trio. Yeoh plays Ching, also known as Invisible Girl (no relation to Sue Storm from The Fantastic Four), who is working for an evil master (Shi-Kwan Yen) by kidnapping male babies so he can become the new Emperor of China. Ching is also working with an inventor (James Pax) she’s in love with who has been developing an invisibility cloak she uses to commit her crimes, while she’s being pursued by Tung (Mui), also known as Wonder Woman (not to be confused with that comic book character either), a superheroine whom she shares a past with (Cheung plays Chat, aka Thief Catcher, a mercenary who also shares a past with Ching). As with John Woo’s action movies, the plot can sound ridiculous on paper, but it’s the emotion the actors put into their roles, and the story, that makes the movie work. Watch, for example, the way Yeoh looks at Pax when she realizes he’s dying: even though the movie is chaste in portraying their romance, Yeoh clearly shows Ching’s feelings through her eyes and the expression on her face. That also shows in the scene where Ching and Tung recognize each other from when they were children. At the same time, Yeoh also triumphs in the action scenes, as when the evil master’s skeleton (the special effects are admittedly low-rent, but fun) takes over her body and forces her to fight Tung and Chat. Yeoh also works well with Cheung and Mui throughout the movie, including the fight scenes, but she stands out. The Executioners, its sequel, is set in the future, after a nuclear attack has helped make water scarce. Ching, now on the side of good, tries to protect the president (Shan Kwan) from a corrupt colonel (Paul Chun) and an evil demon (Anthony Wong, reprising his role from the first movie). Yeoh’s character arc isn’t as dramatic as of Cheung and Mui, but she’s able to play the most steadfast character here without making her dull, while again showing her prowess in the action scenes.

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As the title character in The Stunt Woman.

The Stunt Woman is a biopic directed by Ann Hui, and is also known as the movie that nearly got Yeoh killed during a stunt when she fractured her vertebrae doing a jump from a bridge onto a truck (according to Hui, when she visited Yeoh in the hospital, Yeoh said to her, “I’m sorry I ruined your shot”). Yeoh plays Ah Kam, the title character, who joins a stunt troupe who work for director Chief Tung (Sammo Hung, a comic actor who also worked as a director and stunt director). There are also subplots about a gangster who threatens the movie Kam and Tung work on, and how Kam becomes attracted to Sam (Jimmy Ga Lok Wong), a restaurant owner. Though Hui includes elementsfamiliar  to martial arts movies (lots of fight scenes) as well as elements familiar to those who know about the Hong Kong movie industry of the 1980’s and 1990’s (e.g., there were triads involved in the making of many of those movies), this isn’t your typical martial arts movie. Hui and cinematographer Andy Lam use a lot of long takes and handheld camerawork during the fight scenes, as well as the more dramatic scenes, and they move the camera around and eschew the quick editing of Yeoh’s earlier movies. However, even though the movie itself doesn’t always work – the gangster subplot and the romance don’t always come together – Yeoh’s performance is still terrific. She’s more restrained here than she was in earlier performances, though she does show good chemistry with Wong, and as with Tai Chi Master and The Heroic Trio, she’s brought a subtlety to her acting.

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With Pierce Brosnan in Tomorrow Never Dies.

Before Chan, Li, or Chow Yun-Fat crossed over into Hollywood films, Yeoh got there first. Unfortunately, her first movie in that department was not one of her best. As with all of the Pierce Brosnan Bond movies (except, to a certain extent, Goldeneye, the first one), I find Tomorrow Never Dies, directed by Roger Spottiswoode, to be mediocre. Spottiswoode, who has made movies I like (Under Fire and the made-for-HBO And the Band Played On), directs this in a plodding manner. The one-liners Bond has (Bruce Feirstein was credited with the script, though others worked on it) set my teeth on edge, not being funny at all (Brosnan would later say he didn’t enjoy making the movie, and it shows). And Terri Hatcher is bland as one of the “Bond Girls” (Hatcher apparently didn’t enjoy making the movie either). The pleasures of the movie come from Jonathan Pryce (clearly having a ball as Elliot Carver, the media mogul who’s the villain of the movie), Vincent Schiavelli (a lot of fun in his one scene as a professional assassin) and Yeoh. She plays Wai Lin, a Chinese secret agent who first poses undercover as a journalist (she claims to Carver she snuck into the launch of his new satellite network – which Bond ends up sabotaging – in order to meet him). Later, when Bond sneaks into one of Carver’s papers to find a device that was used to jam a British warship’s GPS signal, he discovers Lin has broken in as well, and while Spottiswoode and cinematographer Robert Elswit shoot Yeoh from too far away, she gets a nice moment when she waves goodbye to Bond as she sneaks out while walking up a wall. Later, in one of the movie’s big set pieces, Bond and Lin get captured by Carver’s men, only to escape while still handcuffed together, get on a motorcycle, and manage to destroy a helicopter that Carver sent after them. Later, when they’re taking an outdoor shower together (in arguably the sexiest scene in the movie), Lin uses one of her earrings to unlock herself from the cuffs and cuff Bond to the shower pipe. A little later, Yeoh finally gets to use her martial arts skills when she fights off a group of thugs sent by General Chang, the corrupt Chinese general who’s working with Carver. Unfortunately, the movie betrays her by making her a damsel in distress when she’s captured by Carver’s men, and Bond has to rescue her.

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With Chow Yun-Fat in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

While Tomorrow Never Dies was a big hit, it was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon that made Yeoh a star. Claude and I have already talked about this movie in a recent episode, but what’s worth bringing up again is how much the movie asks, and gets, of Yeoh. As with Hui, director Ang Lee (along with cinematographer Peter Pau) uses a lot of long takes for the fight scenes Shu Lien (Yeoh) has with Jen (Ziyi Zhang) both before and after Shu Lien discovers Jen is the thief, and stages them with great intensity. At the same time, Yeoh also has to play the repressed emotions between Shu Lien and Mu Bai (Chow Yun-Fat), and she does so with great subtlety, which makes the scene where they finally confess their feelings for each other – as Mu Bai is dying – all the more heartbreaking.

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As Zeng Jing, formerly known as Drizzle, in Reign of Assassins.

Better, though still flawed, was Reign of Assassins, co-directed by John Woo. In this period action movie set during the Ming dynasty, Yeoh plays Drizzle, a thief and assassin who was part of a group of deadly assassins known as The Dark Stone, until she decides to give up that life, change her appearance (Kelly Lin plays Drizzle before the change), becomes a shopkeeper (under the name Zeng Jing), and falls in love with Ah-Sheng (Jung Woo-Sung), a messenger, until her past catches up to her. The plot is somewhat confusing, though Yeoh and Woo-Sung’s chemistry and Woo’s able direction help keep you interested. Still, the best genre movie Yeoh did during this time was Fearless, and only in the director’s cut (the movie was directed by Ronny Yu), where she played the mother of Huo Yuanjia (Jet Li again).

Yeoh also turned towards more prestige projects as well, though again, it was with mixed success. Memoirs of a Geisha, Rob Marshall’s adaptation of Arthur Golden’s best-selling novel, was criticized at the time for casting non-Japanese actors (mostly Chinese, though Yeoh of course is Malaysian) as Japanese, but it’s also tonally all over the place, and is often ridiculous instead of involving. Still, Zhang (as the title character), Yeoh (as her mentor), and Gong Li (as Zhang’s rival) acquit themselves well with their performances, though in different ways (Yeoh and Zhang are dignified throughout, while Li channels Bette Davis and is all the more entertaining for it).

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With (from left to right) Cillian Murphy, Benedict Wong, and Rose Byrne in Sunshine.

Sunshine, which reteamed director Danny Boyle and writer Alex Garland, was a science fiction movie which saw Yeoh as part of an ensemble cast (including Rose Byrne, Cliff Curtis, Chris Evans, Cillian Murphy and Benedict Wong) playing a group of astronauts taking the Icarus II towards the sun to try and revive it. I’m one of those people who think the movie is better in the first half (when it’s aping Kubrick’s 2001) than in the second half (when it turns into Event Horizon). Still, Yeoh manages to shine among the rest of the cast. On the one hand, Corazon, the biologist on the ship, is portrayed as the one most coldly logical, especially when she argues the rest of the crew should kill someone who’s put them all in jeopardy. On the other hand, Corazon is devoted to the plants in the oxygen garden on the ship, and she’s devastated when the plants die thanks to a mishap, as well as wondrous when she sees the oxygen garden on another ship the crew comes across, and Yeoh plays all of that well.

The Children of Huang Shi reteamed her with director Roger Spottiswoode and actor Chow Yun-Fat (though the two don’t share any scenes together) in this docudrama about George Hogg (Jonathan Rhys-Meyers). Hogg was a British journalist who helped save 60 Chinese orphans from the Japanese in the 1930’s by taking them to the Mongolia desert, with the help of Chen (Yun-Fat), a Chinese communist soldier, and Lee (Radha Mitchell), a nurse and aid worker. This is yet another movie about people of color with a white person as the protagonist, and it doesn’t help Myers (whom I’m admittedly not a fan of) is bland as Hogg. That said, the movie doesn’t downplay the horrors of what the Japanese did to the Chinese then, and Yun-Fat and Mitchell are good, as is Yeoh as a black-market dealer who helps Hogg and develops feelings for him.

The Lady, directed by Luc Besson, is another docudrama, with Yeoh playing the main role this time as Aung San Suu Kiyi, the Burmese political leader put under house arrest in the 1990’s when the military refused to accept the fact she had won the election or the democratic reforms she pursued. There’s too much clunky dialogue, and Besson spends more time with David Thewlis, as Kiyi’s husband (who fought to bring international pressure to gain her release) than with Kiyi. Nevertheless, Yeoh again projects strength and dignity in the role, and convinces you of her love for Thewlis.

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As Eleanor in Crazy Rich Asians.

Still, it wasn’t until Crazy Rich Asians, directed by Jon M. Chu (adapted from the first in a series of novels by Kevin Kwan) that Yeoh finally found a role worthy of her talents, as well as being the first English-language movie since The Joy Luck Club with an all Asian (or Asian-American) cast (and like The Joy Luck Club, it did well at the box office). The movie does suffer from some of the problems that bedeviled romantic comedies since the 1990’s; there’s too much on-the-nose dialogue, it takes the ostentatiousness of wealth display up to eleven, and the bachelorette party is off-putting in how it portrays all women as being shallow. What makes the movie work is Chu gets us to root for the main couple, Rachel (Constance Wu), an NYU economics and game theory professor, and Nick (Henry Golding), a history professor and her secretly rich boyfriend, to get together. Chu surrounds them with strong supporting performances, including Awkwafina as Rachel’s best friend Peik Lin, Gemma Chan as Nick’s cousin Astrid, Lisa Lu as Nick’s grandmother Su Yi, Nico Santos as Nick’s cousin Oliver, and Tan Kheng Hua as Rachel’s mother. Still, it’s Yeoh, as Nick’s disapproving mother Eleanor, who stands out in the movie. Yeoh is involved in two of the (justly) memorable scenes of the movie, both featuring Eleanor and Rachel. The first is when Eleanor confronts Rachel on the stairs, telling her how Su Li disapproved of Nick’s father before he married Eleanor, and she coldly tells Rachel, “You will never be enough.” The second is the Mahjong game, when Rachel tells Eleanor Nick proposed to her (after Nick had sworn to cut himself off from his family when he found out Su Yi had dug up dirt on Rachel’s family, with Eleanor’s approval) but she turned him down because she didn’t want Nick to lose his mother. In both scenes, Yeoh subtly communicates a range of emotions – with the first, while it sounds at first like Eleanor’s telling Rachel to stay away from Nick, it can also be implied Eleanor doesn’t want Rachel to go through what she had to go through, and with the second, Eleanor gets a slight catch in her voice when she tells Rachel how foolish it was for her to throw away a winning hand. Yeoh’s not the only reason those two scenes work, of course – Wu matches up with her equally, and Hua has a great moment in the second scene when she glares at Eleanor after Rachel leaves the game – but she’s the prime reason. And Yeoh is good throughout the rest of the movie as well, from the opening scene when a racist hotel manager won’t let her and her children in to the look of disapproval that flashes across her face when Rachel hugs her at their first meeting. When you think of the caricatures of mother-in-law characters in American romantic comedies (I still cringe thinking of Jane Fonda in Monster-In-Law), Yeoh’s performance stands out all the more.

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With Key Huy Quan in Everything Everywhere All At Once.

Many fans thought Yeoh deserved an Oscar nomination for that performance, but one finally came her way with Everything Everywhere All at Once. I’m in the group that likes, rather than loves, the movie – unlike many, I find the hot dog fingers scene annoying rather than funny or entertaining, and it sometimes seems like the Daniels (Kwan and Scheinert, who co-wrote and co-directed the movie) are more interested in getting off on the multiple universes Evelyn (Yeoh) is entering than in telling the story. Still, it is very much worth watching because the emotional core of the movie – Evelyn learning to reconnect with her husband Waymond (Ke Huy Quan) and especially her daughter Joy (Stephanie Hsu) – is always kept front and center, and Yeoh’s performance is a big reason why. The Daniels admitted they originally thought of having Jackie Chan in the lead until they realized the story would work better with a woman at the center, and wrote the movie specifically for Yeoh (who also served as an executive producer). Of course, it helps if you know Yeoh’s filmography (and in the universe where Evelyn is a movie star, the scenes of her at movie premieres and awards ceremonies are all real-life footage of Yeoh), but even if you’re only dimly aware of it, Yeoh’s performance works. She’s more over-the-top here than in most of her performances, especially when Evelyn doesn’t know what to make of what Waymond is telling her about the alternate universes, or when she butchers the title of Ratatouille when trying to explain to her family what’s going on. Still, Yeoh gets to kick ass once again in some fight scenes, and again, she does subtle work in much of the movie, especially when Evelyn rights herself after going through a period of self-doubt, and when she finally reconnects with Joy.

Oscar Nominee Michelle Yeoh Has Been Kicking Ass For Decades

Where Yeoh goes after this in her career remains to be seen. For the past couple of years, it seems as if she’s mostly been playing supporting roles, often as mentors to the main character (the one movie in that vein that I’ve seen, Gunpowder Milkshake, is yet another movie where Yeoh is better than the script she’s doing, though she does get some good fight scenes and works well with Carla Gugino, who, it’s implied, plays her lover). In her nearly 40 year career, however, Yeoh has shown herself capable of handling almost any role handed to her, and I for one can’t wait to see what she does in the future. In addition, while I haven’t seen enough movies or performances to definitively judge the Best Actress category at the Oscars, I will be happy if she wins.

R.I.P., Jean-Luc Godard

As I’ve said before, my father always told us Dickens A Christmas Carol must be understood first and foremost as a ghost story – after all, the first line of the novella is, “Marley was dead, to begin with”, and Marley later appears as a ghost to warn main character Ebenezer Scrooge of three ghosts that will show up and (he hopes) inspire Scrooge to change his ways and avoid the same fate he’s currently suffering. Similarly, you can’t understand the filmmaking career of Jean-Luc Godard, who died today at 91, without understanding that he started out as a critic before he became a filmmaker, and as he would later admit, continued as a critic even when he became a filmmaker. Godard has always been a divisive filmmaker – in one of the occasional articles he did for American Film magazine, John Waters admitted that after he took a friend of his to a Godard triple-feature, the friend refused to ever watch movies with Waters again – but as I hope I illustrate in what I’ve written below, he’s enthralled me as much as he’s exasperated me.

Godard, of course, started off his love affair with movies when he joined up in cinema clubs in Paris in the early 1950’s, including the Cinematheque Francais, run by soon-to-be legendary film programmer Henri Langlois. There, he fell in with Claude Chabrol, Jacques Rivette, Eric Rohmer, and Francois Truffaut, and the five of them eventually became critics for Cahiers du Cinema (the leading French film magazine at the time), co-founded by famed French movie critic Andre Bazin. It was in that magazine the five writers put forth what later became known as the auteur theory (which, among other things, says the director is the author of a film, just as the writer is the author of a novel) and attacked what Truffaut dismissed as the “cinema of quality” that he saw in French movies of the time. More importantly, these five critics became part of what became known as the French New Wave, along with like-minded filmmakers such as Louis Malle, Alain Resnais, and Agnes Varda, as they attempted to put their theories about film into practice as directors. Of course, Breathless was not the first movie of the French New Wave – Chabrol’s first movie, Le Beau Serge, preceded it by two years, Truffaut’s first movie, 400 Blows, which won Truffaut Best Director at the Cannes Film Festival when it played there, preceded it by a year, and there are those who argue Varda’s first movie, La Pointe Courte, which came out in 1955, was the first true French New Wave film, as it used documentary techniques, was filmed on location with a small crew, and was clearly a personal expression of Varda’s (I don’t think it’s as good as Chabrol or Truffaut’s first films, not to mention Godard – Varda, for me, wouldn’t hit her stride until Cleo from 5 to 7 – but you can see the talent there). But Breathless (along with 400 Blows) made the biggest splash, and even more than 60 years later, it’s easy to see why.

Jean-Paul Belmondo and Jean Seberg in Breathless.

On one level, the movie tells the simple tale of Michel (Jean-Paul Belmondo), a criminal on the run after stealing a car and shooting a motorcycle cop, who comes to Paris to get some money and to convince Patricia (Jean Seberg), an American expatriate working for a newspaper (her memorable first line is, “New York Herald Tribune!”, the paper she works for and is selling on the street) and one of his girlfriends, to run away with him to Italy (while, unbeknownst to him at first, the police are hot on his trail). But it’s the other levels that make Breathless so special, to me and many others. Godard and his frequent collaborator, cinematographer Raoul Coutard, shot the movie on the streets of Paris, using long takes (accomplished by Coutard following the actors with the camera while sitting in a wheelchair that was being pushed, since Godard couldn’t afford a crane), which helps give the movie energy and excitement, even if it’s about a character who is going to meet a sad end. The jump cuts – used at a suggestion of Godard’s then-idol Jean-Pierre Melville (who makes a cameo as an author Patricia interviews) in order to shorten the film’s length – also help give the film its energy, as does the jazz-themed score (credited to Martial Solal). But even as Breathless is an example of the type of crime movies made in America in the studio era (Godard dedicated the movie to Monogram Pictures, which made several B-crime movies), Godard is critiquing those movies, and referencing those movies, at the same time. This comes out most clearly, of course, in the sequence where Michel spots a poster of Humphrey Bogart (from his last movie, The Harder They Fall), says the name “Bogie” in reverence, and moves his thumb over his mouth in tribute (Patricia moves her thumb over her mouth at the end of the movie, in an echo of that sequence), but there are other visual and dialogue references to movies (as well as literature) throughout the movie. Godard, like his fellow New Wave directors, was also making the camera a character in the story. Most importantly, Godard was showing how a person like Michel, who saw himself as a character in a movie, would end up in real life if he acted this way.

Anna Karina in A Woman is a Woman.

As I alluded to above, one of the major strands of Godard’s work in the 1960’s – my favorite period of his – was this idea of making movies that were nevertheless an extension of his work as a film critic. A Woman is a Woman, the first movie of Godard’s to be released after Breathless, the first to feature his then-wife Anna Karina (I’ll get to the first one he made after Breathless, and the first with Karina, below), and his first film shot in color, was his attempt at a musical, and at the same time, it felt very different from your typical musical. For one, Angela (Karina), the main character, is an exotic dancer, for another, the songs often stop in the middle (which became another Godard trademark), and finally, the characters (which include Belmondo as Alfred, one of the two men Angela is involved with) often break the fourth wall (after an overture and a credits sequence, the movie begins with Karina yelling out, “Lights, camera, action!”). Yet A Woman is a Woman is as exuberant as the best Hollywood musicals of the time. Turning away from American movies for the moment, Vivre sa Vie (My Life to Live) – a story about Nana (Karina) and how she turns to prostitution – shows the influence of other international filmmakers such as Carl Dreyer (at one point, Nana watches The Passion of Joan of Arc, and replicates the facial expression of Falconetti, the actress who played the title character in Dreyer’s film), G.W. Pabst (Nana’s hairstyle at one point recalls Louise Brook’s bob cut in Pandora’s Box) and Kenji Mizoguchi (one of Godard’s favorites, who made most of his movies about the struggles of women, particularly those who worked as prostitutes).

Claude Brasseur, Anna Karina, and Sami Frey do the Madison in Band of Outsiders.

Godard then made his first Hollywood-backed movie, Contempt (though it was a co-production of France and Italy, Embassy Pictures, run by Joseph E. Levine, ended up distributing the movie in the U.S.), which was also his first movie with big stars – French star Brigitte Bardot and American star Jack Palance – and was a movie about the making of a movie (Fritz Lang, another Godard idol, played himself as a director making a film of Homer’s “The Odyssey”, Michel Piccoli played the screenwriter, Bardot his wife, and Palance a studio executive). Yet even here, Godard showed both his subversive streak (the producers wanted to exploit Bardot by showing off her body, but Godard only shot her nude from the back, using color filters, and at the beginning of the movie – not only that, but the film shows how her character feels she’s being treated as an object by her husband and by Palance’s character) and his personal obsessions (the tension between Bardot and Piccoli’s characters in the movie reflect the strains growing in his marriage to Karina at the time). Band of Outsiders, his next movie with Karina, returned him to making a movie according to his dictum, “All you need to make a movie is a girl and a gun,” but as with Breathless, is done in a playful style that nevertheless shows the characters are fated to a bad end. The movie also contains what might be my favorite sequence in a Godard movie, when Karina and the two men in her life (played by Claude Brasseur and Sami Frey) do a dance in a café that’s been described as “the Madison” while Godard does voiceover narration at various points. This dance has been copied in other places (at the climax of the movie Le Weekend, stars Jim Broadbent, Lindsay Duncan, and Jeff Goldblum replicate the dance), but the sheer joyfulness and yet melancholy tone capture here have never been equaled (there’s also a great sequence when Karina, Brasseur and Frey run through the Louvre).

The other major strand of Godard’s career, however, was starting to come into play around this time as well. At the time Godard joined Cahiers du Cinema, and when he started making films, he shared the center-right political views of most of his colleagues, or at least that was his public stance. Le Petit Soldat, which was actually the first movie he made after Breathless, and featured Karina in a supporting role, was Godard’s look at the Franco-Algerian War that had recently ended and was banned in France for a couple of years because of its torture sequences. There are critics who see the movie as a critique of that war, but I confess while I think Le Petit Soldat works as a play on the genres Godard is using here (the war movie and the spy movie), I think the movie is rather confused politically, reflecting possibly his confusion about politics at the time, and therefore I do not count it as one of his best efforts. Les Carabiniers, about two peasants who become soldiers and find out firsthand the absurdity and futility of war (and was heavily influenced by another of Godard’s film idols, Roberto Rossellini), is, for me, much better and more cogent, both as a work of cinema and a political work. After Band of Outsiders, while Godard continued to pay tribute to movie genres and American movies while simultaneously critiquing them, his work started to reflect his increasing pessimism and disillusionment with Western politics in general and American politics in particular.

Chantal Goya, Marlene Jobert, and Jean-Pierre Leaud in Masculin Feminin.

A Married Woman (the one film from this period that I haven’t had a chance to rewatch yet) was, as the title indicated, a study of a marriage told from the point of view of a housewife caught between a husband and a lover. Alphaville was (nominally) a Lemmy Caution film (a recurring private detective character in novels and movies, played in movies, and here, by Eddie Constantine), but also a science fiction film about a society run by a giant computer. I must confess it took me a couple of viewings to warm up to the movie, but now I like it quite a bit, and it ends on a slightly more hopeful note than you’d expect. Godard’s follow-up, Pierrot le Fou, his last film with Belmondo, has Belmondo play a man stuck in an unhappy marriage and a job he hates, who goes on a crime spree with his babysitter/ex-girlfriend (Karina), and an unfortunate yellowface scene with Karina aside, starts to show Godard’s critique of American policy, specifically involving the Vietnam War, even as it falls in the familiar type of crime movie Godard had examined before. His next movie, Masculin Feminin, as one of the intertitles declares, was about “the children of Marx and Coca-Cola”, being an examination of the consumerist society in France at the time, and was a critique of it that never became overly didactic, thanks again to Godard’s documentary-type staging and writing that seemed in tune with what was going on (as with one memorable sequence when a character borrows a match from another character played by Jean-Pierre Leaud – a frequent collaborator of Truffaut who also worked many times with Godard – so they can light themselves on fire). Godard followed that movie with Made in U.S.A. (banned from U.S. distribution for many years, not because of its politics, but because the producer had neglected to purchase the rights to the novel The Jugger – written by Donald E. Westlake under his pen name Richard Stark – which the movie is based on), which is partly a genre film about a woman (Karina, in her last film with Godard – the two had already divorced in real life) trying to find out who killed her boyfriend (Godard provides his voice), but also, again, a critique of U.S. foreign policy, and with many instances of characters addressing the audience, which served as Godard’s critique of the genre. After this film, Godard went in an entirely new direction.

Mirielle Darc and Juliet Berto in Weekend.

2 or 3 Things I Know About Her, which, like Alphaville, is a movie I learned to appreciate more on subsequent viewings, foreshadows the essay films Godard would turn to in the 1970’s, even as its nominal plot – about a housewife (Juliette Valdy) who becomes a prostitute for extra money – recalled Vivre sa Vivre, as its critique of the consumer society went even further than in Masculin Feminin (Godard shot the movie simultaneously with Made in U.S.A.). After that came La Chinoise, which followed a group of self-styled revolutionaries (played by, among others, Juliet Berto, Leaud, and Anne Wiazemsky, who became Godard’s second wife) who read Mao’s Red Book and plot a bombing. At the same time, Godard included a character played by Francis Jeanson who engages in conversation with Wiazemsky when they’re on a train, and wonders if the violence she and her “comrades” is self-defeating. This didn’t feel like a sop, but like Godard interrogating his beliefs even if they were becoming more polemical and radical. That movie, however, was merely a warm-up for Weekend, his 15th feature, and his most stringent attack on western civilization. (Claude and I talked about this film in Episode 26 of this podcast.) A savage trip down the rabbit hole, the movie follows a bickering couple (Jean Yanne and Mirielle Darc) on a weekend trip to her mother, whom they plan to kill to get her inheritance (the two of them each plan to kill the other and run off with the money themselves), but who instead get stuck in the road trip from hell. Famous for its seven-minute tracking shot showing a traffic jam, the film may show Godard at his most didactic up to that point in his career (best demonstrated by the scene where two garbage collectors, played by Omar Diop and frequents Godard collaborator Laszlo Szabo, each deliver a politically-charged monologue while Godard and Coutard focus on the one who isn’t speaking), and his most cruel to his characters (whereas previous movies showed him either in love with his characters, or trying to understand them, here, Godard clearly loathes them). However, the movie also shows Godard at his most scabrously funny, and most surreal. Elements of the latter include the number of literary characters that show up in the movie during the road trip, his usual film references (Darc describing a sexual encounter was inspired by a similar scene in Bergman’s Persona), and also the fact Berto, Leaud and Wiazemsky all appear in the movie in double roles.

Jane Fonda and Yves Montand in Tout Va Bien.

Weekend famously ends with a title card that flashes “The end of cinema”, and whether or not Godard was naïve enough to believe he was killing off cinema with his movie, there’s no doubt he was turning his back on it, to mixed results. One Plus One (Sympathy for the Devil) was a combination of filmed pieces of the Rolling Stones rehearsing one of their most famous songs, “Sympathy for the Devil”, and filmed scenes of the Black Panthers, but while both parts were interesting on their own, Godard, for me, never managed to combine the two strands into a cogent dialectic or film. Le Gai Savoir (The Joy of Learning), which reunited Berto and Leaud as two people who get into a discussion about, among other things, learning and revolution, is a film I remember liking, though it’s another I haven’t rewatched in a while. Not long after that movie, Godard formed a partnership with Jean-Pierre Gorin, and the two formed the Dziga Vertov group (named after the Russian director best known for his great film Man with a Movie Camera), making a series of essay films/documentaries that I confess I have not seen, with one exception (which I’ll get to in a bit). They also ended up making one feature film that resembled the movies Godard made pre-Weekend, even as it reflected his new political views. In Tout Va Bien, Jane Fonda and Yves Montand play a journalist and her filmmaker husband who go to a sausage factory to do a story, only to discover the workers have gone on strike and are locked into a struggle with management. Though there’s a certain cynicism Godard and Gorin can’t help betray in using Fonda and Montand, which comes through with the opening line, “If you use stars, people will give you money” – even though Fonda and Montand were fully in sympathy at the time with Godard and Gorin’s politics, and agreed to defer their salaries for a percentage of the profits to help get the movie made – the movie is nevertheless a trenchant critique of how little had changed in France since the events of May 1968, and featured such brilliant set pieces as a montage of interviews Fonda conducts with various workers, a series of tracking shots showing us the factory, which is designed almost like a doll’s house (Armand Marco was the cinematographer, while Jacques Dugied was the production designer), and a long tracking shot at a vast supermarket in the last 1/3 of the movie, showing how far-reaching the capitalist society had come. This was much better than what became Godard and Gorin’s last collaboration, Letter to Jane, one of their essay films. On a technical level, it’s undeniably fascinating, as Godard and Gorin, while examining a photograph from western media of Fonda with a Vietnamese peasant, show how western media was distorting coverage of the Vietnam War even if it was attempting to be sympathetic towards the Vietnamese. However, all of that is undercut by the fact Godard and Gorin seemed to be blaming Fonda for this distortion, which, given how Fonda was already pilloried at home for her protests against the war (and the attacks on her activism would become even uglier in the coming decade), seems tone-deaf at best and unpardonably cruel at worst.

Godard was still making essay films, though with the exception of Comment ca Va (about two newspaper workers – one of them played by Anne-Marie Mieville, who became Godard’s third wife – trying to make a film), they came off as preachy and stilted rather than engaging (Comment ca Va was engaging). Then, in 1980, after a planned biopic of Bugsy Siegel, starring Robert De Niro and Diane Keaton (with Francis Ford Coppola producing) fell through, Godard returned to conventional filmmaking with Every Man for Himself, which follows Paul Godard (Jacques Dutronc), a TV anchor who’s unhappily married and, while carrying on an affair with Denise (Nathalie Baye), becomes involved with Isabelle (Isabelle Huppert, who, like Baye, would work with Godard once more in the ensuing decade), a nurse who moonlights as a prostitute. Unfortunately, what had seemed fresh and exciting in Godard’s 1960’s work now started to seem half-hearted and stale. There were good scenes – especially the one scene between Baye and Huppert – and Godard’s use of slow motion, like the other film techniques he’d use throughout, felt relevant to the movie rather than just showing off, but unlike his 60’s films even at their most polemical, which had a purpose and a determination behind him, in this film, Godard seemed like he was only trying to shock us for the sake of trying to shock us, and was no longer willing to engage society. With the exception of Hail Mary, his imperfect but purposeful modern-day version of the story of the Virgin Mary (which also became his most controversial film), the films that followed (the ones I watched aside from Hail Mary were Passion, First Name: Carmen, Detective, and King Lear, which is not an adaptation of Shakespeare’s play – though segments of that play and his sonnets are read aloud – but a film about the possibility of filming Shakespeare’s play) seemed to be more of the same, and after trying to watch In Praise of Love, another so-called comeback film for Godard, I gave up on watching his films.

I realize I sound like those folks who kick a musician, or music group, down because their later work isn’t as good as their earlier work, as if there was no way an artist could maintain any sort of relevance as they got older. And to be sure, there are a number of critics who felt Godard continued to make relevant and challenging films, praising especially his last two films, Goodbye to Language and The Image Book (which I have not seen, and may give a shot one of these days). However, in addition to his films being half-hearted and there only to shock us, so did his personal views. Part of that, admittedly, came from his frustration in trying to get financing for his projects (my favorite anecdote about that was when Mel Brooks ran into him at a film festival and gushed about his work – Godard apparently told Brooks if he had $100 instead of praise, he could make another film, and Brooks, who (a) was generous, and (b) never let a straight line go unanswered, pulled out his wallet and gave Godard $100). There has been disagreement about whether or not Godard is an anti-Semite. Part of that was suggested by passages in Richard Brody’s biography of Godard, “Everything is Cinema”, which Brody claims were taken out of context (I must confess I didn’t like the book), while part of it comes from the inevitable charge of antisemitism in many quarters that gets tagged onto anyone who dares criticize Israel over its policies towards Palestinians. But then there’s also the question of Steven Spielberg.

While Godard’s criticism of modern-day American culture had become even more strident than it became around the time of Weekend (while he retained affection for the studio era Hollywood movies he and his former Cahiers colleagues had championed), Spielberg seemed to draw his particular ire, as if he was offended by Spielberg’s presence on this planet. One of the reasons why I gave up on In Praise of Love was the segment of the movie where a Spielberg company tries to buy the memories of Holocaust survivors to make a film, and the implication Spielberg left Oskar Schindler’s widow poverty-stricken when making his film Schindler’s List; as Roger Ebert pointed out in his panning of Godard’s film, it’s not like Godard sent Schindler’s widow any money, and whatever you think of Schindler’s List – which was Ebert’s favorite movie of 1993, and my second favorite – Spielberg has done much to preserve the memories of Holocaust survivors, donating time and money to the cause.(in his pan of the movie, Charles Taylor, then writing for Salon, astutely wondered if Godard had compensated the widow of Ben Barka, the Moroccan leader whose murder was used as a jumping-off point for Made in U.S.A.). This jeremiad against Spielberg, painting him as an evil figure destroying culture (there have been plenty of legitimate criticisms of Spielberg’s work as both director and producer – and I say that as a fan of his work in general, especially as a director – that didn’t fall into that trap), made Godard seem like just another tired old crank, instead of someone trying to make a legitimate complaint about American cultural dominance (of which, again, there have been plenty legitimate examples).

Still, those 1960’s films retain their freshness and urgency no matter how often I watch them. Godard’s willingness to experiment, his interrogation of culture even as he celebrated it, and his technical advances make those movies still relevant today. And even when Godard fell out of favor with critics and audiences, his influence on directors as diverse as Olivier Assayas, Alfonso Cuaron, Martin Scorsese, and Quentin Tarantino can still be felt in their work. Godard may have ended his life (according to reports, it was assisted suicide), but his work continues to live on, as the best of his work deserves to live on.