‘we can say nothing about nothing. this is why the number of books can’t be limited. all the bodies, all the minds together and all their output, are not worth the least expression of charity. this belongs to infinity.’
deeply affecting paean to life, panning across its essential components (fear, courage, thought) with sensory tact and startling cinematic beauty.
commissioned for the Ten Minutes Older anthology, godard masterfully appraises terror in the face of pain, childlike fragility in death, and the vanishing knowledge of books that will never be read. probably the best short film i’ve ever seen, and does so much with so little time.
