vivre sa vie, Jean-Luc Godard

In the aftermath of Vivre sa vie's abrupt final scene, is it possible to not feel like a Philistine? I mean, during the long philosophical discussion in the café with the old guy about the relationship between thought and speech, I felt like I was watching a literary show on TV (perhaps because the old guy was the only one in the whole film to speak naturally?). I feel kind of defeated, but at least I know Godard feels the same way I do about Anna Karina's face.