My Life to Live. Jean-Luc Godard is the wild man of the new French cinema. After Breathless, the volcanic melodrama that inaugurated his career way back in 1960, he made two movies that even his friends admit are terrible. Then last year he suddenly settled down and made this brilliant film. My Life is a tour de style almost as startling as Breathless but more subtly accomplished, more purely felt. It is also a lyric poem in which the camera assiduously adores a beautiful woman. It is finally the tragic allegory of a soul...
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