Behind its substantial charm and light touch is a movie that's more morbid, alienated, and personal than it lets on.

The film sees Godard parsing out his feelings for Karina, then his wife, and meditating on the mercurial nature of his own preoccupations.

This 1964 feature remains one of Godard's most appealing and underrated films, relatively relaxed and strangely optimistic.

It’s impossible to imagine Tarantino’s italicized pulp fiction without the arch influence of this effervescent caper.