Film

Masculin Féminin

Name: Masculin Féminin
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 1966
Cast: Jean-Pierre Léaud, Chantal Goya, Marlène Jobert, Michel Debord, Catherine-Isabelle Duport

Drama

Godard's fractured love story and manifesto for 1966, told in fifteen disconnected scenes. Paul and Madeleine orbit each other—he's a brooding idealist, she's chasing pop stardom—while the world spins toward consumerism and absurdity. It's cinema as argument, playful and maddening in equal measure. For anyone who believes movies can think out loud.

TMDb rating

3.6

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you love films that feel like loose, restless conversations between sharp ideas and young faces, where a cigarette-stained Paris of cafés and political quarrels matters as much as the plot.

Skip it if you want a story that builds steadily toward something, since this Godard-era piece moves in fragments, shifts tone without warning, and can feel more like a set of sketches than one arc.

What it asks of you: It runs about 105 minutes and rewards patience, asking you to sit with loose scenes, interviews and abrupt jumps while keeping your attention on mood and talk rather than momentum.

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