Jean-Luc Godard at the Museum of Fine Arts
MADE IN USA: After so many Godard films in which the poet kills the girl, here the girl kills the poet.
"We were indeed in a political film — that is to say, Walt Disney plus blood." You might have read that bit of '60s film voiceover in a book, but it's unlikely you've ever heard Anna Karina speak it. That's because it's from Jean-Luc Godard's "missing link" movie, the one that's called Made in USA but until last month was still waiting to open in USA. Godard made it in 1966 (in 12 days, he said), using (barely) Donald Westlake's pulp novel The Jugger. He thought the rights to the novel had been secured; they hadn't, Westlake (who died this past New Year's Eve) took offense, and the movie wound up in legal limbo, with just the occasional film-series screening. But Rialto Pictures has finally released it, last month it got two weeks at the Film Forum in New York, and now, it's the centerpiece of "Godard in the 1960s" at the Museum of Fine Arts.
|“Godard in the 1960s” | Museum of Fine Arts: February 19–March 7|
Made in USA's plot is perfunctory even by Godard standards. Paula Nelson (Karina) has come from Paris to "Atlantique-Cité" to investigate the death of her journalist ex-lover, Richard P— (his surname always obliterated by traffic or airplane noise or a ringing phone). She goes round and round with Richard's possible associates — Paul Widmark (László Szabó), Typhus (Ernest Menzer), Donald (Jean-Pierre Léaud), David Goodis (Yves Alfonso), Inspector Aldrich (Jean-Claude Bouillon) — and emerges none the wiser. Hints about the Kennedy assassination and the 1965 "disappearance" of Moroccan opposition leader Mehdi Ben Barka hang in the air. The soundtrack — two chords from Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, parts of his Piano Sonata No. 9, the Scherzo from Schumann's Rhenish Symphony — is nothing but repeating bursts, the same snippets over and over. The Techniscope format locks us out of Heaven and Hell. Paula shoots Donald (Léaud dying an impossibly cinematic death), and then after David saves her by shooting Widmark, she shoots David, saying, "The truth must not be known. If you finish your novel, everyone will know it, for poetry is truth." Flattened into two dimensions, Made in USA is a comic strip; the only truth it affords is color, the symphony of Paula's four Mod/Mondrian-inspired outfits.
Reviewing this movie's English DVD release on the DVD Times Web site, Noel Megahey asked, "Is there really any need for film criticism when the film is as self-reflective and self-analytical as this?" Well, no. But it is worth reiterating that Godard is Roy Lichtenstein as well as Ludwig Wittgenstein, a pop poet of sex, politics, and advertising (oh, and naked girls) as well as the New Waviest of New Wave auteurs. He looks back to old movies (especially musicals and gangster films) and ahead to graphic novels, video games, computerized societies (have you seen Alphaville lately?), and DIY filmmaking; he embraces Hollywood even as he stands it on its head. He resurfaces in the popular consciousness every time Beverly Crusher coos "Jean-Luc" into Captain Picard's ear. And is there a film title more riffed on than Two or Three Things I Know About Her?
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