Weekend

I can’t stop thinking about thissss Never thought I’d be this obsessed with cultural collapse and the rotting corpse of liberal capitalism Godard’s absurdism is usually fun in a cerebral, pretentious kind of way - but this time? It came with burning cars, dead bodies, and feral screams in the french countryside. I wasn’t ready. I was shocked. I was FED Somewhere between a marxist fever dream and a nihilist road trip, Weekend grabs you by the throat, sets fire to your designer handbag, and leaves you bleeding in a traffic jam that lasts forever. I don’t even know if I liked it, but I felt it