vlcsnap-2015-04-06-11h09m08s87 vlcsnap-2015-04-06-11h10m08s223 vlcsnap-2015-04-06-11h10m12s4 vlcsnap-2015-04-06-11h10m16s49 vlcsnap-2015-04-06-11h10m50s131 vlcsnap-2015-04-06-11h10m57s200Even Godard’s detractors must admit that he’s an astounding image maker. Godard has a way of filming people that cuts directly into their emotions. He sees through people, through their features and into their psychology. Godard’s ability to create spontaneous images of classical beauty is unsurpassed in cinema.

Note, I feel remiss talking about Godard’s images here without mentioning his sounds. While this is difficult to represent here, it’s crucial to the success of his films. Godard’s use of sound borders on the Eisensteinian idea of sound and image as disconnected, separate forces that form a cohesive but not direct whole.

Nouvelle Vague (1990) by Jean-Luc Godard

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Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles (1975) by Chantal Akerman

Virgin Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors (2000) by Hong Sang-Soo

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Young Mr. Lincoln (1939) by John Ford

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The final shot feels like a landscape shot, the pillar reminiscent of Ford’s Monument Valley. But there’s nothing grand about this landscape. People walk by lazily and dwarf it, yet it’s imbued with the sentimental power of Ford’s landscapes. While Vanda’s room hasn’t been destroyed, this small pillar symbolically shows its destruction, and with it the awakening of the viewer. We’re no longer sheltered in close company, we are in ruins, surrounded by strangers, as we always have been, but have forgotten. Like the ending of Ossos in meaning but completely different in method, this locks the world away from us emotionally.

In Vanda’s Room (2000) by Pedro Costa

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The Big Sky (1952) by Howard Hawks

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Spies (1928) by Fritz Lang

Paris Belongs to Us (1960) by Jacques Rivette