How can any obituary of Jean-Luc Godard be written without opting for the Godardian way: Quotes from philosophy, Marxism, politics; poetry; references to the cinema, juxtaposition of images, objects which may never be juxtaposed in reality, long takes in contrast to itching for a cut and jump cut where conventionality demands smoothness. In nutshell, an obituary of Godard deserves writing which shall be equivalent to Godardian cinema on paper. To put a cinema giant like Godard on paper is an insurmountable task. Sometimes I think what Godard deserves is a film not an article as the way he turned and twisted the space, time and matter within them are not viable for the paper to hold. It's the cinema which can withstand the weight of Godard. Alas! This is beyond my size. So let me have some mercy on myself and just write.
The last master of cinema has died a month ago. Jean Luc Godard died by assisted suicide (euthanasia) in Switzerland and thus French New Wave lost its last survivor. Godard's house, with green shutters and a green bench out front, had its shades drawn on 13th September, with an abandoned ashtray and teapot on the windowsill. He had been living as a virtual recluse for decades in the Swiss village of Rolle.