I saw a (Lights!) new print of (Camera!) Godard's A Woman is a Woman (Action!). First time I've ever seen it, actually. Invention and vitality abide in the celluloid, but Anna Karina's second film with the director seems today like a market indicator of new wave cinema's dispersal: literary and filmic allusions are down five points, obtrusive scores are holding steady, abrupt editing is through the roof. How can I assess this film when both Spike Jonze and McG have been licking the ice off the Brechtian cake?