"Those lacking imagination take refuge in reality." (Beginning on-screen text)
Reality, equality, sexuality, conviviality, and more come from New Wave patriarch Jean Luc Godard in his newest exciting expressionistic mess, Goodbye Language 3D. It's a mash up of images that in the end add up to the master's take on the corruptions of communication, even his beloved cinema, and the challenges of loving while dealing with that very French "existentialism." The opening statement quoted above establishes the challenge of being your own person, your own creator, in the face of the world's sensory and intellectual influences. After all, for the existentialist it takes a lifetime to create a character, which in Godard's view of things, is shaped by forces outside the person, and inevitably doomed, except for the dog.
He is the avatar of uncorrupted essence, a Godardian motif whose sensory life is its whole life, with the exception of loving humans more than itself. The complicating factor of clashing characters, even those we communicate with daily, is expressed in a naked, adulterous couple. They seem to clash about staying with each other, having babies, and possibly the ennui of making love over an extended time.
As he sits on the "throne" like The Thinker, with accompanying scatological sounds, and naked she stares, he declares that "thought reclaims its place in poop." Well, life does become "s__t" for many humans, at least as Godard interprets life, but we share the crap together, equally, so to speak. On the TV screen, Godard places Ava Gardner and Gregory Peck mooning after each other in The Snows of Kilimanjaro. But that's the unreal movies, Godard's artistic medium, which is not the reality of the defecating lover.
In the end, it's about expressing us, as Godard ironically does in his title, emphasizing the participation of new technology like 3D. Images are his world, and seemingly he uses them to express his feeling of chaos in the film world. When he overlaps stereo images to confuse the audience, he is visually representing the fusion of contemporary conflicts in the image-communication grid. When a bookseller observes that Solzhenitsyn didn't need Google, Godard makes a powerful case for the non-technical world.
Goodbye to Language 3D is a sassy, subversive, disconcerting, sometimes humorous angle of vision from the infant terrible of French cinema and a cinematic prophet of doom. It's a long way from the carefree "Breathless" but close to the contemporary Babel of world dysfunction. Only a dog can see the world as it really is: We are getting things wrong all over the globe.
