1965: Pierrot le Fou

Godard's film about the joys of being a left-wing terrorist is a bit hard to review on purely aesthetic grounds, especially if you keep thinking to yourself: "I bet Baader and Meinhof loved this one." I'll give it a shot, though: Great colours, but the "let's have many scenes that don't advance the plot" strategy is a risky one; here it works somewhat. (6)