Just sat through an inane Godard movie. I love stupid crap, but I prefer straight forward campy, three minute pop songs to two hour movies about hookers walking around as a narrator whispers about ‘spaces.’ I prefer low taste shit, like Britney Spears singing about how her image imprisoned her; she needs to run away to have babies (go cray). Which is what she obviously meant when she wrote the line “Cinderella has got to go.” (Yes, she wrote this one. Google it.) Ms. Spears>Mr. Godard, cause if you’re going to be that over the top, you should keep it to three minutes. Just ask Ms. Spears. She’s made hella more than Mr. Godard.