Film lover and avid blu-ray collector.

1965
It's impossible to adequately put into words my adoration for this film and Godard's work in general. Few films make me feel so alive; so invigorated by the endless artistic possibilities suggested by the ideas that burst out of each frame. From the way that Karina and Belmondo finish each others sentences, to the sudden appearance of Beethoven's fifth as we hear of a poor man in one of Balzac's works who had it pounded into his head, or the…