Jean-Luc Godard Is 90

It comes to this: One of your ultimate heroes hits 90, and he's as sharp, ready, and willing-to-power-up as ever. A wild 90. An ideal one.

Heartening to take in the expressions of well-wishes on social media: Christ, I hope this isn't belovedness. No way. Something more like the end of the ECAL interview when the professor-interviewer tells Godard words to the effect of, "We just collectively want you to know that we care very deeply about you, and you mean a great deal to many many people."

If I didn't have my head up my ass these last couple weeks I would have prepared a selection, at least, of frames from JLG films spanning the '50s to the 2010s (nothing yet in 2020+, although he is fabricating two as we speak, one of which may or may not be the film which is, or perhaps is no longer, titled Scénario). But I didn't. It would have been a treasure map for young and old to dive into the universe of Godard.

Anyway he's the last man standing of the New Wave except for Luc Moullet.

Furthermore he's the living embodiment of the art-form known as Cinema. Renoir, Chaplin. He is the Memory-Inventor, he is the Geist.

To quote Serge Daney quoting Fritz Lang: "The exercise has been profitable, monsieur." 

Happy 90th birthday, Jean-Luc Godard. •

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