A re-release of the New Wave classic. Godard's first feature spins a pastiche with pathos as joyrider Belmondo shoots a copy, chases friends and debts across a night-time Paris, and falls in love with a literaray lady. Seberg quotes books and ideas and names, Belmondo measures his profile against Bogart's, pawns a stolen car, and talks his girlfriend into a cash loan - 'just till midday'. The camera lavishes black-and-white love on Paris, strolling up the Champs-Elysees, edging across café terraces, sweeping over the rooftop skyline, Mozart mixing with cool jazz riffs in the night air. More than any other, this was the film which epitomised the iconoclasm of the eary Nouvelle Vague, not least in its insolent use of the jump cut.