An article in this week’s Slate, written by Nathan Heller, opens: “Jean-Luc Godard, the New Wave doyen whose movies are distributed today in every theater where Milk Duds and Mike and Ike are not, learned to make films the way some people learn to paint: by studying the masterworks on someone else’s wall and trying to replicate them in the light of his own studio. For Godard, though, a number of the most inspiring models came not from the Old World but from mainstream filmmakers across the pond. ‘The Americans, who are much more stupid when it comes to analysis, instinctively bring off very complex scripts,’ Godard observed in 1962.”
Breathless is 50 years old now, though it is probably never going to seem 50 years old the way The Lonedale Operator must have seemed in 1961. (Note to D.W. Griffith fans; I like The Lonedale Operator. I’m just saying.) The article continues here.