Film

Pierrot le Fou

Name: Pierrot le Fou
Genre: Drama, Romance, Crime
Released: 1965
Cast: Jean-Paul Belmondo, Anna Karina, Graziella Galvani, Aicha Abadir, Henri Attal

A restless husband ditches his marriage for a girl mixed up with gunrunners, and Godard turns their flight south into a jazzy, jump-cut fever dream — primary colours, songs, direct-to-camera asides, sudden bursts of violence. It's less plot than mood: playful, melancholic, self-aware almost to the point of parody. For anyone wanting cinema that improvises like music rather than tells a story.

TMDb rating

7.3

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