In his usual (and frankly, now very tiring, confusing and unappealing) presentation of things and events Godard makes us question why a talented artist (I won't bother saying who he is) isn't more mentioned in art history. In the meantime, intertwining with clips from his films and showing the artists' paintings, two narrators try to reach a consensus about who tells best the biography of the man in question. He probably didn't succeed all that much not because of a tragical event in his life but merely because (from the perspective we gather here) his paintings were simplistic and lifeless. OK, that wasn't fair since I saw the portraits through camera lens rather than in front of me but whatever. And there's pointless discussions about history, art and life. I say pointless because the lack of coherence in this film is shocking to the point of mix things that make sense with things that are half explained. Watchable, relatively good but passable. 6/10