Award winning Une Femme Est Une Femme has Godard in top form, playing with the novel in the Nouvelle Vague he helped create, by 1962 in its adolescent phase. The film self-proclaims masterpiece status in a jest of untouchable confidence springing from the well of youthful exploration of a new style of cinema, and five(!) decades later, it’s hard to argue how different it is from any film you’re likely to ever see. What separates it from the youtubers and MTVers is discipline to a medium that allows for artistic coherence and an intellectual attention span. Yet for all its cleverness, you question its ability to make any real statement beyond “bitches be crazy.”