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Histoire(s) du cinéma is an 8-part video project begun by Jean-Luc Godard in the late 1980s and completed in 1998. The densest, at 266 minutes the longest, and one of the most difficult of Godard’s films, Histoire(s) du cinéma is an examination of the history of the concept of cinema and how it relates to the 20th century; in this sense, it can also be considered a critique of the 20th century and how it perceives itself. The project is considered the longest and most important work of the late period of Godard’s career.
Histoire(s) du cinéma is always referred to by its French title, because of the word play it implies: histoire means both “history” and “story,” and the “s” in parentheses gives the possibility of a plural. Therefore, the phrase Histoire(s) du cinéma simultaneously means The History of Cinema, Histories of Cinema, The Story of Cinema and Stories of Cinema. Similar double or triple meanings, as well as puns, are a recurring motif throughout Histoire(s) and much of Godard’s work.
I’m so done with my mind… I hate it. I hate the things I think. I constantly insult myself because I remember stupid things I’ve done and really there aren’t words for the hate I have for myself.
My wolf child and my self
They always told people about how they met at 2 a.m. on the Saturday after Valentine’s Day by the cashier at the Glendale CVS. To be honest, it was already Sunday, but the Sunday after the Saturday after Valentine’s Day didn’t sound quite as romantic.
He was looking for discounted heart-shaped candy. 49 cents for half a pound of M&Ms. Who cared about being single when you could buy cheap sugar?
She just wanted a bottle of ZzzQuil. Her bed was cold and she wanted to fall asleep already. Well, her bed wasn’t exactly cold, it was L.A. after all.
When he asked ‘So… do you come here often?' her first instinct was to blurt out 'Once a month for my thyroid medication’. But there was a nice full moon in the sky and Susan Miller had predicted this Sunday was good for love. So she got over how judgmental she was feeling about his diabetes prone behavior to say: ‘Only when there are cute guys buying heart-shaped candy’.
Everyone said they were a lovely couple. To their faces at least. Behind their backs they would talk about his weight and her sleep deprived demeanor. But, who cared? They were together and they made each other… well, kind of miserable.
But it was such a great story!
It became an even better story five years later when she woke up and he had left with all his stuff. Even the cheap heart shaped candy he stored all year long was gone. But, where was a note on her pillow: I’M SUPER SORRY. Hours later she found out he wasn’t ‘super sorry’ for dumping her in the middle of the night. No, he was sorry for stealing all the money in their joint bank account.
But it was all worth it. Her psychic said so. Keeping that in mind, that year she wrote a book titled Screwed at CVS. It recounted all the details of that night at CVS, their disturbing sex life, the crippling debt he left her in and the seven cats she had adopted after that.
The book was bought by a big studio and turned into the romantic comedy Love at the Pharmacy. She didn’t get to write the screenplay. The book was a failure. The movie a hit. And since she had a pretty shitty lawyer, she made almost no money. Definitely not enough to cover her crippling debt.
But it was all good, she was now working on a book about this guy she met at the 99c store. Maybe this time she could write the script. And more importantly: now her love life was bound to have a happy ending. Online Love Tarot said so.
This post is based on probable events which could’ve happened if:
- I hadn’t pretended I didn’t hear it when the psycho buying a gigantic pile of candy at the CVS said ‘Hi’ to me.
- I believed in horoscopes, tarot, psychics, joint accounts or the existence of God.
p.s. To be precise where the factual portion of this story is concerned I have to disclaim I was also buying acne soap.
I was looking for Seroquel, actually.