Every cinephile knows to at least pretend to like...Jean-Luc Godard's first feature—a witty mashup of American noir and French chic—is as much an art-house staple today as it was in 1960, which is precisely why it's getting the 50th-anniversary reissue treatment this month. Think of Belmondo aping Bogart with his cigarette, Seberg flacking the , or the director's game-changing jump-cuts, and you realize that various elements of the film have never gone out of style. This may get me booted from the club, but I'll come right out and say it: isn't one of Godard's most interesting creations. (, and the septuagenarian's recent films all rank higher for me.)