Boston Cinefiles?

Oxymoron? Evidently not. How many of you make an effort to watch obtuse, self-indulgent works by forgotten auteurs on a holiday weekend? I mean, really now. What were all of those frat looking dudes doing there? Not to mention, the line out the door and the fight to find two seats together. What's happening?? Bizarro world? Well, that was the scene Monday night at the Harvard Film Archive. We all filed in to let Godard torture us with his Histoire(s) du Cinema, wherein we listened to him murmur insightful statements through dense cigar smoke, such as, "What is form? (deep guttural breath) Is it not man?" and "The witch is illuminated in the echoes of darkness." Please, no.