Week End (1967)

Director:

Jean-Luc Godard

Writer:

Jean-Luc Godard (writer)

Release Date:

27 September 1968 (USA)

Genre:

Drama

Plot:

A supposedly idyllic weekend trip to the countryside turns into a never-ending nightmare of traffic jams...

Plot Keywords:

Traffic Jam | Terrorism | Murder | Cannibalism | Car Crash

Awards:

1 nomination

Cast

Mireille Darc	...	Corinne Durand
Jean Yanne	...	Roland Durand
Jean-Pierre Kalfon	...	Le chef du Front de Libération de la Seine et Oise

Also Known As:

Le week-end
Week-End
Week-end, un uomo e una donna dal sabato alla domenica (Italy)
Weekend (USA) (promotional title)

Runtime:

105 min

Country:

France | Italy

Language:

French

Color:

Color (Eastmancolor)

Aspect Ratio:

1.66 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono

Certification:

Spain:18 | France:-16 | Portugal:M/18 | Argentina:16 | Finland:K-16 | Sweden:15 | Switzerland:16 (re-release) | UK:18 | West Germany:18

Filming Locations:

Paris, France

Company:

Comacico

Trivia:

Premiere voted this movie as one of "The 25 Most Dangerous Movies".

Quotes:

Corinne: It's rotten of us, isn't it? We've no right to burn even a philosopher.
Joesph Balsam: Can't you see they're only imaginary characters?
Corinne: Why is she crying, then?
Joesph Balsam: No idea. Let's go.
Corinne: We're little more than that ourselves.

Movie Connections:

Referenced in The Nine Lives of Tomas Katz (2000)

Soundtrack:

Allo, tu m'entends

They don't make 'em like this anymore

Watching "Weekend" gave me the same joyous sensation as watching Bunuel's "The Phantom of Liberty." It's so blessedly free from conventionality that it's a rollercoaster of voyeuristic pleasure. Every scene is a text unto itself and maybe it relates to the whole, maybe it doesn't. Godard is making up his own rules as he goes along. This might be the first truly existential film I've seen. It's the kind of movie Nietzsche would've made if he'd been alive to see the advent of film art.

It's a shame, though, that the closest thing we have to Godard nowadays is guys like Quentin Tarantino and Wes Anderson. Not to knock Q or Wes - I have a lot of love for their movies - but you just don't feel the same freedom watching one of their movies as you do watching Godard's, because with theirs you still realize you're following a constricting narrative path, contrived to hoodwink us into thinking the world makes sense.

There is certainly a place for that kind of filmmaking. But there's a place for Godard's kind, too, and it's a shame that niche isn't being satisfied.

11+ (cuz JLG's a rule breaker)