It is bluntly obvious that Charlotte et son Jules is another fruit of Godard’s creations. Where else would we be thrown into a Parisian bedroom the size of a shoe box, to be lectured incessantly, by one of the most iconic French actors – Jean Paul Belmondo?

Although her name is mentioned in the title, Charlotte doesn’t say a word – Godard fools us just as Charlotte fools Jules. The film is an introspective monologue by Jules aimed at Charlotte (who acts as a stereotype of female behavior). Charlotte’s performance is reduced to clownish miming. She licks, plays and disposes of her ice cream cone just as she would of men.

Unfortunately Godard hasn’t managed to prove anything. Belmondo closes with nothing but contradicting remarks – he suddenly loves Charlotte again and wishes for her to stay. Some may identify to the nonsensical back-and-forths of romance, but the aftermath of Charlotte et son Jules leaves you with a sensation of having been struck in the head, without really understanding why.