Breathless. It’s got that fantastic French New Wave vibe, it looks great. It’s got a solid plot — a petty thief who fancies himself a tough guy shoots a policeman, and mostly ignores the heat while trying to get the money he’s owed so he can blow town with Jean Seberg, the pretty girl he met not long ago who likes him but isn’t completely sold yet. The dynamics are interesting, and the film is generously just tremendous. The one thing holding it back is that our lead is a conceited, selfish twit, who’s not nearly as charming or interesting as the film seems to think he is. He’s just another self-absorbed young man who thinks he shouldn’t have to work very hard to get laid. He’s the kind of character a young director identifies with and thinks is sympathetic, but he’s not really, and the film doesn’t do enough to imbue him with some soul or some real depth to give him some kind of likability. It’s still a great, fascinating film, but it’s a pity Godard couldn’t make his lead as interesting as the rest of the film.