For the first two thirds of this film I thought it looked amazing and was funny and Godard was pulling everything out of his bag of cool tricks, so I thought I'd just try to ignore the ridiculous Maoist politics that these kids were spouting the whole way through because, I mean it's stupid, but it was the 60s so I'll make some allowances even if I'll mark the film down for them in the long run. But then in the third act the film starts taking apart the whole thing and it's awesome. It's like Jean-Luc reached through the screen and bitch-slapped me, as if to say "You thought I'd believe shit like this? Who do you take me for? Vilgot Sjoman?", and I'd be all like "Nice 60s art film reference right there, Mr. G!", and he'd be all like "Thanks man, you're cool too," and we'd go eat croissants together. It was beautiful. And this is finally a Godard film in color that looks every bit as good as his black and white ones, so basically that's the reason you should see it.