Just finishing up Jean-Luc Godard's "Vivre Sa Vie," with a great Michel Legrand score. Anna Karina was beautiful then. I saw another Godard, "Made in U.S.A," at a friend's house last Friday. That was more infuriating, even if Karina looked great walking through scenes of insane pop art sets. Seems that for every Godard I like, there's another that makes me want to stop watching him. Oh well.