The setting of a film as vivid, euphoric, and amusing as A Woman Is A Woman transcends normalcy. It’s not your “everyday” kind of film. But it is a film that encapsulates the “everyday” of life in a rare format. The bursts of singing, dancing, the bustle of the city, and the nakedness of the apartment in which Angela’s and Emile’s life meshes together is like a dream.
Somehow, the parallel Jean-Luc Godard has thought for Alfred’s life also joins in even though we see him only once in that apartment. Alfred’s life lives on, on the other side of the door, which has its own flavor and body.
So real and unreal, at the same time, the story is omnipresent, ambitious, and at times even vague. To watch this film is to understand the meaning behind: “Everybody should be quiet near a little stream and listen…”
Because this isn’t a film of too many dialogues, nor is it a film with a happy ending. I’m not quite sure what this film is about because it’s so many things. The visual impulsivity of the film is enticing as much as the background score is nostalgic. The script is too engrossed in its own individuality and sentiment; showing off all the details but revealing nothing.