Contempt

When I’m in a “be so far up my own ass but have literally nothing to say” competition and my opponent is Godard. Listen, I’ve tried, and now I’ve accepted that he’s not for me, but god damn how many times can you make a movie about how everyone sucks at making movies and doing things except for you, and also you are the pinnacle of philosophy and higher thinking. Every time I think about Godard I think about the story Fiona Apple told that spending a night with Tarantino was the reason she got off cocaine. I feel like a similar thing would happen if I ever had the opportunity to be in the same room as Godard. Maybe it would make me start doing cocaine.