Whether or not you believe Jean-Luc Godard’s declaration that “Cinema is dead”, the 80-year-old ‘enfant terrible’ certainly attempts to put it out of its misery with this impenetrable three-act brainfart.
Its protagonists wander random locations making vague pronouncements about stuff, shrugging and smoking.
Depending on taste, it’s either a hypnotic cinematic collage asking profound questions about European identity, a sly practical joke or just the rambling holiday videos of a madman (if the llamas, donkeys and YouTube cats are anything to go by).
