The him in the title is Godard and his enduring narration. The Her refers not to the suburban housewife moonlighting as a prostitute, but Paris itself, hence the capitalisation.
Soliloquies aplenty; Close ups of coffee, burning cigarettes and a red mini in a car wash; Excessive breakage of the fourth wall; Constant references to Vietnam, hammering home Godard's anti Americanism, the most laughable example being the woman's child describing a dream he had where he met twins on a cliff precipice. When they became one he realised they represented North and South Vietnam. I mean really!
I'm sure it's all very clever, deep and abstract, but it smacks of pretension to me and I could have quite easily lived a happy life not seeing it.
Avant Garde. Sans intrigue. Sans point. Beaucoup ennui. Only 90 minutes, but '1900' went by quicker! I quite impressed myself that I watched it all.
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