Late-era Godard, after he stopped paying even the slightest lip service to pedestrian concepts like plot, character development, or through lines, seems to have just sequestered himself in his studio, cutting videotape in various ways until the iterations became just a bubbling soup of images and washed-out visual schmattes, feels like the video equivalent to a hip-hop producer layering sample on top of sample until something coherent (hopefully) comes through.

These son-et-lumière collages aren’t connected to any reality an outsider could recognize, and there is of course no plot to speak of, past (maybe) a general theme of “society in conflict.” But really, this is just a brain-dump (or rather, a film-library-dump) of the ramblings of someone with a massive cinematic vocabulary, and a deep belief in his own genius.

This isn’t for a movie night, but if you’re in a certain type of scene, this could work just fine playing in the background at an arty house party. And of course, if you’re looking for some visual artistic inspiration, there’s plenty to look at. Either way, it's a good test of how irredeemably damaged your attention span actually is.