This film brings me to life every time I watch it. I live for Anna Karina and Jean-Paul Belmondo. I live for the dialogues — so natural that for a while they were believed to be improvised — and for the short musical moments. I live for the pop art elements and Godard's use of primary colors. This is a film where love, murder, theft and art are told in Crayola colors. It’s philosophical, surreal, kitsch — all at the same time.
Ah, the joy of capitalism: one day people are protesting racism in the streets, the next day production companies are capitalizing on BLM with a Groundhog-Day-type of short about police brutality, starring a black man who's killed on camera dozens of times in every conceivable way :)
Did the Academy just read an outline and decided to reward it because it was "supporting" BLM, without actually seeing it? I refuse to believe that actual cinema experts watched this and didn't realise how INSENSITIVE and EXPLOITATIVE it was, and badly written as well.