La chinoise. Jean-Luc Godard. 1967.
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chained and perfumed 
One interesting thing about this film is that it sort of predicted the 1968 student unrest in France.
Looks like a member of the Baader-Meinhof gang to me.
An almost unremittingly turgid film – saved from the scrapheap of forgettability by Godard’s experimentalism, use of color, and the fact that at times, he is unquestionably taking the piss out of his oh-so-serious radical salon revolutionaries. Anne Wiazemsky (from Bresson’s Au Hasard Balthazar the year before) happily cooks and cleans her way to emancipation here – becoming ‘Mrs Godard’ during the making of this film. Godard’s “collective film-making” of his ‘Dziga Vertov Group’ is right around the corner and is prefigured here – at least in the absolutism of the politics. Jean-Pierre Gorin , fellow member of Dziga Vertov, was initially angered after seeing La Chinoise – not believing that he and his friends really appeared that lame.