★★★★★ Godard left and with him, the last representative of the Nouvelle Vague. It is difficult to separate any indispensable film in his work, one that describes him, although his formal customs (breaking of the narrative, appearance of posters, cinephilia, etc.) are quite recognizable. But today you have to see La Chinoise. It is the story of bored young bourgeois who decide to form a Maoist/terrorist cell and spend their school holidays kidnapping or killing a businessman. In the middle, there is a dialogue between the protagonist and a true revolutionary from Algeria -in a moving and serious documentary moment of the film- that calls into question (in 1967!) the use of violence as a motor of change. If you want to know what the militant brain born of boredom and a full plate of food is like, Godard foresaw it (although, rarely, he later became a Maoist himself in the 1970s) in this black comedy that seems to document our day.
