The more things change, the more they stay the same; in many ways this vibrant film could be shot about the hip youth of today. In Godard's Paris of 1966, the kids' lives revolve around love and themselves. They pontificate about politics and beliefs, try to get laid or try not to get laid, misunderstand one another while trying to get closer to each other with questions and opinion polls.
They primp and drink, protest and play while the world rages around them. An outside world embodied by the overwhelming sounds of the city and its traffic, by random acts of surreal extreme violence, by the Vietnam War and other conflicts seething around the globe, and, ultimately, by the surprisingly somber reality that despite youth, vigor and style, they are susceptible to the unfashionable realities of living and dying.
Chantal Goya does a prefect job as the face of the “Pepsi generation”, she's equal parts vacanct and odd with an adorable face and a smile that I know for a fact would break the hearts of many boys I know. She and the affected “Romeo”, played by Jean-Pierre L?aud (who you can see as a child in Truffaut's masterpiece The 400 Blows) and most everyone else in the film reminded me of young hip things I know or have met. I said this film could be made now, about those people, but the difference is that no one would like it. Our generation has a distinct distrust of its own coolness and could never enjoy such naval gazing… or could it? See, the more things change the more, they stay the same.