My three-sentence review of Godard's Le Mepris/Contempt, as given to Lawrence this morning:

'I hate you! You're not a real man! Here's my butt.'

(I'm sure it was meant to be telling us very meaningful things about the nature of film and society and America and Europe and Odysseus and Penelope and husbands and wives... lots of dichotomous pairs... and instead all I could think about was Brigitte Bardot's butt, which was practically its own character. My lord that was a nice ass.)