Unmade Beds (1980) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski)

Between the mid 60's and the mid 80's, there was a massive amount of underground filmmaking coming out of New York and Paris, most of it incoherent nihilistic gibberish generated by guys who wanted to be Godard.

Frankly, I'm not convinced that the world needed one Godard, let alone an entire movement, but Godard had a very fine photographic eye, and so does Amos Poe, the director of this film. The film can best be described as a series of black and white photographs that move. As such, it can produce some striking images which are reminiscent of Godard's films.

Probably not parody, because I don't see much sign of a sense of humor, but if it isn't parody, it is a pretty good unintentional one. Do you remember how SCTV used to make fun of Bergman? Well, if SCTV wanted to make fun of Godard, what would be in the film?

• a bunch of guys wearing sunglasses and horizontal-striped shirts, sitting around smoking cigarettes in close-up
• obviously posed shots. Here's the cover: a guy sits in a peacock chair in his underpants and socks, smoking an unfiltered cigarette, wearing a scarf, his sunglasses tilted up to the crown of his head. Next to him, a woman in 1950's style lingerie, ala Anna Magnani in The Fugitive Kind. (By the way, the woman is Debby Harry, of Blondie fame, and she plays a character named Blondie)

Well, that's what you have here. Homage or parody? Beats me.

Now that I think about it, Godard was probably engaged in a lifetime of irony and self-parody anyway, so parodying him would be a pretty pointless task.

The film looks pretty cool when you view the stills gallery, but it's just typical pointless rambling, which must reflect the pointless rambling of our universe, or something like that. Frankly, the great wisdom of the film must be too deep for me.