Directed by Jean-Luc Godard
Pierrot escapes his boring society and travels from Paris to the Mediterranean Sea with Marianne, a girl chased by hit-men from Algeria. They lead an unorthodox life, always on the run.
狂人皮埃洛, Il bandito delle undici, 미치광이 삐에로, 미치광이 피에로, Pierrot, el loco, Pierrot de Gangster, Pierrot, den tokige, Kichigai Piero, Безумный Пьеро, Pierrot el loco, Crazy Pete, Pierrot Goes Wild, Nori Pierrot, Ludi Pierrot, Ludi Pjero, 狂人比埃洛, Ο δαίμων της 11ης ώρας, 狂人彼埃洛, Pierrot el boig, Pierrot the Fool, Min venn Pierrot, Elf Uhr nachts, Il bandito delle 11, Pierrot le fou, Pedro, o Louco, 狂人皮埃罗, Bolond Pierrot, Ο τρελός Πιερό, פיירו המשוגע, O Demônio das Onze Horas, 気狂いピエロ, Bláznivý Petříček, Çılgın Pierrot, Лудият Пиеро, Tokstollen, Szalony Piotruś, შეშლილი პიერო, Manden i månen, Hullu Pierrot, Pamišėlis Pjero, Pierrot nebunul, پیرو خله
Italy Venice Film Festival 
UK BFI London Film Festival 
France Cannes Film Festival 
USA New York Film Festival France La Roche-sur-Yon International Film Festival UK15 
FinlandK-16 FranceTP 
Sweden15 
Germany18 ItalyVM18 UK 
JapanPG12 
Netherlands14 USA UK USA 
South Korea15 Netherlands16 Netherlands16 
Brazil14 Brazil Finland France Germany Italy Japan Netherlands South Korea Sweden UK USA 
As with all of Godard's movies I feel I'm only skimming the surface of a deep pond full of greater meaning than I'm capable of attaining without having seen all of the same movies, read all of the same books, heard all of the same songs, thought all of the same thoughts, or breathed all of the same breaths as Godard. I suppose that's what makes him a definitively personal filmmaker, his "fingerprints on every frame" as my Francophile film studies professor would repeat like a damn mantra. It can be alienating at times, but in Pierrot Le Fou I think the perfect balance is struck between Godard the ponderous semiotician, Godard the strident leftist, and Godard the movie dude.…
look at the sea, the waves, the sky
life may be sad, but it's always beautiful
lots of colors in this one
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
saying "this is silly" before killing yourself is so real
the amount of sheer chaotic bitch energy this exudes is honestly inspiring.
Like spending 2 hours with someone who has impeccable taste but a grating personality.
Babe, let's abandon our tedious lives and embark on a chaotic adventure involving car theft and the two of us on an island, surviving and making poems, are you in?
Jesus, did those two hours drag on... Stylistically, I fell in love but unfortunately style won't ever make up for a film's pretentiousness and corniness/lack of substance.
I'm not sure what the hell was happening here but I enjoyed trying to work it out.
I guess it was only a matter of time before I was so impacted by a film that I wrote something in regards to my personal life as much as an actual review of a film. It's something that I've been wanting to talk about for the longest time but deep down, I always feared that something like this would only annoy people on top of contributing nothing to the discussion of the very films that make me feel this way. But then I remembered that letterboxd is explicitly designed to work like a diary, and what are diaries good for if you cant express yourself and your fears. I'm being weird and rambling and blaghhhh so I'm gonna move…
"Chapter Eight"
The fragmentary incoherence of the stories we tell about ourselves; the inherent contingency and inconsistency of both narrative and identity.
I’ve been trying to include more plot synopsis in my reviews, because I easily get carried away with a lot of nonsensical posturing, but Pierrot le fou makes that a rather difficult task. At its most basic, it’s a story about a man who runs away with a woman (the French New Wave’s two most beautiful people, Jean-Paul Belmondo and Anna Karina), but it’s filled with so much structural experimentation and narrative ambiguity that such a summary sells the movie short by ignoring its most interesting elements. Godard confines himself to some extent to the formal constraints of…
"ten minutes ago, i saw death everywhere. and now look, the sea, the waves, the sky. life may be sad, but it’s still beautiful. i suddenly feel free. we can do whatever we want when we want."
that quote right there puts how godard‘s films make me feel perfectly!!! he creates such refreshing and energising works of art that have completely stolen my heart!!! this film right here is no exception to that and is an absolute masterpiece full of adventure, colour, charm, life and the heartbreaks that come with it. the impact this man has had on cinema is so apparent and i will be forever thankful for his passion and creativity!
