This is an awesome film meant to make the world squirm. Ripe with contempt for the world's evolving fixation with money and material possessions, Godard slaps everyone in the face by mocking the worlds taste for self indulgence. Filled with leftist murdering hippies, and violent upper class capitalist's, Week End takes no sides as it satirizes issues like class, violence, greed, gender, religion, and sex. Meant to annoy, to confuse, to anger, to open your eyes only to make you cover them with your hands, Week End will confuse you, anger you, and maybe even make you laugh. It's definitely a film I will watch again. And again just so I can understand it this time.
Set list: 12 songs, 10 minutes. Yes 10 minutes. These guys were the worst band I have ever seen.
Motorcycle Ben's quote of the Day, " I suck at life."
Rustangs
GOJOGO = Great surf safari, worldy, classical, jazz, with some awesome shinny reverbed out electric guitar. You may remember them from the movie SPROUT 
I learned quickly that you have to look super intense while watching this kind of music, or are they just board?Looks brah’s, what are we going to do for the rest of our lives? Are we going to routinely frequent and patronize, day after day, the same weekend locals worn thin by our own shoes, practicing the same rituals we created? Are we going to drag our conscious-less carcasses into work every day for the rest of our lives, systematically punch the same time card, eat the same turkey sandwich on wheat and perpetually stare at a computer monitor, all while our lives, our bodies and our souls slowly yet somehow quickly deteriorate into prune-like, worn out shells of a once vivacious human life? We spend too much time stressing about money and work, but what will these things be worth to you on your death beds? How much value will a well budgeted and balanced bank account be worth to you as you take your last breath here on Earth? How would your life change if you worked less instead of more? Success is a good thing in life but it is no substitute for the rewards that you’ll find in spontaneity, experimentation, traveling, drugs, music, love. Imagine how much more thankful you’ll be for your friends, your relationships and the experiences that either you took or that took you to your ultimate end. Sometimes saying fuck-it and riding off into the unknown can be the answer, but then again what do I know about partying or anything else?
