I have to admit—I don’t really “get” Jean-Luc Godard. I’ve seen most of his seminal work and read quite a bit of film theory, but plunk me down in front of Pierrot le fou or Une femme est une femme and my eyes will glaze over as I am slowly assaulted by Godard’s political diatribes against Western culture, until they roll back in my head and I pass out dreaming of student revolts and communist manifestos.

I recently had a short discussion on whether there were any movies that got it “right” with respect to relationships. One speaker suggested that only Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind really managed to get across how difficult being in love can sometimes be, but I think there are a number of movies that manage to do just that. L’Atalante is one of those movies.