celine and julie almost don't go boating

I didn't realize I had sat in the wrong theater yesterday until a pink HBO films logo came up, followed by shots of new york city over loud music. this was definitely not "one of the most accessibly enigmatic jewels of the french new wave," it was sex and the city! luckily, I found the basement theater and a seat in the front row just as the opening credits were ending, and 193 minutes later found my friends. director jacques rivette talks about the movies he loves and hates here.