There's no living filmmaker who compares to Jean-Luc Godard--at least not one whose oracular bent is supported by his stature, and by the decades of association we have with his earlier work. But another name does spring to mind. The gnomic personal mythology, the restless need to reinvent himself, the work composed of snatches of remembered culture: Does anyone else hear the music of Bob Dylan's second coming (or third or fourth?) in the wintry splendor of... More >>>