IVIV "Under the paving stones, the beach", Debord

[John Carvill]

A friend of mine broght me a Jean Luc Godard box set back from a trip
to China recently, must have every film he ever made in it, but even
so, I *still* haven't got properly into him (Godard, that is). I know
we're supposed to like this sort of stuff, and in principle I do, but
given half the chance I'd always opt to watch something from 1940s
Hollywood instead.

I started reading that 'Under the Paving Stones, Redondo Beach' -
great title by the way - but soon got bored. All that theory, that
"the genesis of Deleuze's cineosophy" stuff, just gums up my works.
'Redondo Beach ' reminded me of Bogart, Marlowe, The Big Sleep, etc.
How can you be bothered watching those hyper self-conscious French art
movies when you could watch Bogart?

I don't like opera and I don't like ballet
and new wave French movies, they just drive me away
I guess I'm just dumb, 'cause I know I ain't smart
but deep down inside, I got a rock 'n' roll heart

- Lou Reed, Rocn n Roll Heart