Vivre Sa Vie – Vivre sa vie on The Auteurs

Vivre Sa Vie – Vivre sa vie on The Auteurs.

From the article:

By Hamid Sirhan on December 19, 2009

I have quickly become a fan of Godard’s work in the past week. I had previously enjoyed some of his films as part of my academic study in the past (‘La Chinoise’ in the context of the political atmosphere in 1960s France just before 1968) but the Auteur’s recent film festival (http://www.theauteurs.com/stellaartois (18+)) has given me a chance to experience more of his work for free. ‘Vivre Sa Vie’ is still available to watch today in the UK.

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Prostitution is a theme pervading Godard’s work (eg Yvonne in ‘La Chinoise’) but this is the first time I’ve encountered it as the central narrative force. He tells the story of Nana, played by his wife, a normal housewife who gives up her fantasies of being in the movies to become a prostitute. Through shifting camera work and long takes, Godard shows her working, waiting, smoking (a lot) and then, tragically dying, shot as neither a prime target nor as an innocent bystander by cruel pimps who see no value in her beyond they money they are paying and being paid.

It is a great (if depressing) work that manages to capture ‘60s France (note ’Jules et Jim’ showing at the cinema) and the vagaries of prostitution.Its political commentary never leaves the story floundering and Anna Karina’s performance is subtle and fitting. The film is all about Nana. The other characters merely serve to explain her life (or end it).

"Vivra sa vie": Shouldn't Love Be the Only Truth?

The movie I want to re-make, about how a girl falls into prostitution to pay the rent.

“Vivra sa vie”: Shouldn’t Love Be the Only Truth?.

Stage 44: Trying not to get screwed

Somewhere along the way, the language changed, the promises made have been adjusted according to memory and the person’s mood who is in control of my livelihood, worth, work put into the projects (from time to investment of your own assets, capital, time that could have made money elsewhere) well I’m right there with you but this is what was said. There was an amount that was potentially too high, at that time I said I would take the cut if less got approved. Since that money was approved, that money is primarily mine.

I need to be compensated for the work I’ve done, and that the client recognizes (hence approving it) and you should take a look at the time you are getting compensated for and the real time you have put in to it, if that means you pay people to do the job you couldn’t do, then that comes out of your ten days. It’s very simple and very easy to be fair. I hope it goes this way.

Happy Spring golden delicious light






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I love this photo and admirer this photog’s work on flickr

Tumbleweed Bar


Tumbleweed Bar

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Abandoned but still lit.

Goochland Courthouse


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This is the township where I grew up, wrote for “The Goochland Gazette” one summer, rode on the kennel float for Goochland Day, floated down the James River in inner tubes from Irwin to Maidens and got lost on the neighbors’ 450 acres one day riding my horse Buck, going in circles through the forest.

This was Shangri-La to me and I never thought I’d be anywhere else. My favorite places were the bluff where Kita and I would roam, the hill on the Towers’ land and hanging out in the ‘bird cage,’ my Dad raised around 250 ducks, a couple of gaggles of Canada geese, recuperated 3-4 injured hawks, an osprey and an owl or tow, reformed Daisy the raccoon and I talked to my best friend Buck on a daily basis.

By some accounts it could be called a lonely existence (when you’re talking to your horse) and by others (especially that nag called retrospect), it was quite simply, bliss.

I was lucky to grow up here, despite the insanity that prevailed in the bloodlines around me, I was able to lose myself in the land and find peace at a place we called “Reflections” at the end of a very long driveway on Route 631.

But it’s true, you can never go home again, because when I try to find places and landmarks now, or look at my old home, it does not look familiar. The nine ponds are gone. There are more houses. It looks scattered and tattered, like no one really cares about it the way I did. And so, I don’t know if I will even be strong enough to go back, at least not yet.

Little Tokyo , Downtown LA

Little Tokyo , Downtown LA

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Not far from where I live.