There's so
much to say about Jean-Luc Godard's Adieu au Langage — a
movie that's too deliberately cryptic (some would say irritating) to be taken completely
seriously, and at the same time too intelligent to be dismissed as a simple
divertissement from an octogenarian director who had already secured himself a
place in the annals of cinema 50 years ago. The risk is to get lost amidst nebulous
conjectures about the story, or succumb to the temptation to summarize in a
single sentence the message it supposedly conveys. I'll try to avoid both
approaches, focusing instead on some of the questions that occurred to me after
the viewing.
