Jean-Luc Godard is such a bore. Judas Priest, he puts me to sleep. He is not creative. He doesn't know how to use the camera. He's an amateur in the worst sense of the word. A lovely amateur, I would maybe put up with, if he were in love with what he was doing. But Godard is obviously bored with himself. He has such second-rate, sophomoric, ideas. Its like going to a boring Friends house. You get a little lecture on Sartre and Camus, think "Oh, God give me a drink fast."
The way you judge a Godard film is how often you meet friends in the lobby during the film. Well, he's an eight-candy bar man. I go out in the Lobby eight times and I meet all my friends there buying popcorn. That's the giveaway...
Everyone goes because they're bullied into going. That's one hell of a way to go to films. To hell with servicing directors. I don't want to go out of obligation to anyone. I want to go because I want to have a good time. That's the only reason to go to a film. I don't go for a social message. I don't go to be made better. To hell with that.
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