Film

Breathless

Name: Breathless
Genre: Drama, Crime, Romance
Released: 1960
Cast: Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jean Seberg, Daniel Boulanger, Henri-Jacques Huet, Roger Hanin

Godard's 1960 debut turns a pulpy little crime story into a jolt of pure cinematic freedom: jump cuts, handheld camera, a hero who talks straight to the lens and worships Bogart from a movie poster. It's restless, funny, cool and cruel all at once - less about plot than about the thrill of watching the rules of filmmaking break in real time.

TMDb rating

7.5

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