"Her name was Beatrice
She said she was a Seductress, Third Class
I was struck by her sad, yet hard, face
Something’s not in orbit in the capital of this Galaxy"
Thus begins the hard-bitten Chandleresque narrative of its chief protagonist at the outset of Alphaville, Jean Luc Godard's sci-fi/pop art/futuristic 1965 film.
The dreamy, dirty, black and white night-world of stark brutalist architecture is a suitable background for the confrontation between logic and humanity
"You have come from the Lands Without
What were your feelings...
...when you passed through galactic space?
Johnson: The silence of infinite space appalled me
Alpha 5: What is the privilege of the dead?
Johnson: To die no more
Alpha 5: Do you know what illuminates the night?
Johnson: Poetry"
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