...just once. Just once. Really. Just once I'd like to see one of the Twitterific Kidcrits,™ or even one or two of their venerated elders, file a review that reads something like this: "I didn't really like [Film X], I didn't find it engaging on the levels I'm accustomed to, but then again, I also really didn't understand a lot of the allusions in the film and I'm not particularly well-versed in the philosophical precepts that the movie seems to be extrapolating from. So while I didn't like it, I also have to admit that I didn't get it, and that at some level, I'm really underqualified to deliver an entirely reliable assessment of it."
But of course one doesn't get that, does one? Instead, one gets semi-sneers at Godard "disciples" (that would be Roger Ebert, on his Twitter feed, which by now must be the length of Infinite Jest and War and Peace combined), shrugging-offs of that perennial mass of straw men, the "elitists," or the "ivory tower group" (Todd McCarthy's writeup is a more considered dismissal than his use of that term might indicate, I have to admit, and the man is admirably upfront about his prejudices), and quite a bit of virtually spittle-flecked "How dare you even presume to question my intellectual bona fides just because I don't like this!" bluster from the TKs™, of course. As I wrote to someone a couple of days ago, when it comes to this sort of material, I can't trust the verdict of a reviewer who most likely thinks that "Guattari" is the thing that Philippe Garrel can no longer entends. Don't get me wrong; what I'm looking for w/r/t Film Socialisme isn't necessarily some extended ode to Godard's ineffable/infallible genius. But all this...it's just so bloody predictable.