What do you think she meant when she said “a huge black monster with giant claws”?
Attractive twenty-somethings wandering the streets of Paris in the spirit of the New Wave is hard to resist, particularly when they burst into song with a feel for the musical that Americans nowadays seem to have lost. In spite of the sexual triangle and the occasional play with book titles, Godard and specifically A Woman is a Woman is not really the influence here — nor do we get the abrasive intelligence of The Mother and the Whore, in spite of the clear references; rather, we’re dealing here with the more classical virtues of Demy’s musicals. The first part of Love Songs works really well with its sudden, even surprising shift to drama, but it does rather run out of steam. It all gets less interesting with Ludivine Sagnier out of the way.
by Ian Johnston | Source: 35mm print
16 Dec 2007 10:45 AM | Submit Comment