Vivre sa vie/It's My Life/My Life to Live 1962, Godard, Fr 1st time Struggling to pay her rent, a shy woman of Paris descends into prostitution. As the opening title explains, this is a film told in twelve scenes; every shot, in its rejection of basic cinematic rules, constantly reminds the viewer who is behind the camera, and the narrative dances along with building momentum until the Monogram B Picture finale.
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