Directed by Jean-Luc Godard based on a treatment by Francois Truffault, with Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jean Seberg, 87 minutes, 1960
By Carter B. Horsley
"Breathless" is a sloppy, uneven masterpiece of murder and mayhem in Paris that quickly made a major international star out of Jean Paul Belmondo and set off terrorist rockets of irresponsible morality for youth if they could jauntily wear a fedora hat and tweed sports coat.
All is forgiven if one can create a querky personal signature such as James Dean's hand motions, or Belmondo's incessant lip-rubbing.
Nowadays, of course, such affectations are the norm, but back in 1960 they were extraordinary. They were attention-calling, braggadoccio. show-off, derring-do, WTFs.
Belmondo is not particularly attractive and Jean Seberg's French accent is not perfect when she blurts out "New York Herald Tribune" as she attempts to hawk the newspaper on the streets.
Yet they are mesmerizing and their critics have stood up at attention ever since.
Belmondo being kissed by Seberg
In his 2011 book on Pauline Kael, A Life in the Dark," Brian Kellow noted that she considered Breathless "to be the best of the New Wave group" and was "fascinated by the way Godard had managed to make two characters who cared for nothing about anything, or anyone, both attractive and appealing: They were so detached from the world that impulsiveness was a way of life for them. She found Breathless both funny and sexy and playful and consistently surprising. It worked on the surface in a way that was unusual for movies at the time; those who saw the film found that it was almost impossible to regulate their responses to what was unfolding on the screen. This style and technique resonated with Pauline - it was an another example of her attraction to 'messiness' on screen...."
In her review for KPFA-FM of Berkeley, the first listener-sponsored radio station in the United States, Miss Kael provided the following commentary about the film in her fine book "I Lost It At The Movies: Film Writings 1954-1965" before she became the film critic for The New Yorker Magazine:
"The codes of civilized living presupoose that people have an inner life and outer aims, but this new face lives for the moment, because that is all that they care about. And the standards of judgment we might bring to bear on them don't touch them and don't interest them. They have the narcissism of youth, and we are out of it, we are bores. They are the youthful representatives of mass socieity. They seem giddy and gauche and amusingly individualistic, until you consider that this individualism is not only a reaction to mass conformity, but, more terrifyingly, is the new form that mass society takes: indifference to human values. Godard has used this, as it were, documentary background for a gangster story....But Breathless has removed the movie gangster from this melodramatic trappings of gangs and power; this gangster is Bogart apotheosized and he is romantic in a modern sense just because he doesn't care about anything but the pleasures of love and fast cars."
"If you foolishly depend on the local reviewers to guide you you may have been put off Breathless. To begin with, where did they get the idea that the title refers to the film's fast editing: That's about like suggesting that the title Two Way Stretch refers to the wide screen. The French title A bout de Souffle, means out of breath, and it refers to the hero, who keeps going until he's winded. Their confusion is , however, a tribute to the film's fast, improvisary to style, the go go go rhythm, The jazz score, the comic tehnique are prefectly expressive of the lives of the characters; the jump-cuts convey the tempo and quality of the activity of characters who don't work up to anything but hop from one thing to next. And as the film seems to explain the people in their own terms, the style has the freshness of 'objectivity.' It does seem breathlessly young, newly created."