Climax

As I wrote in the ‘what have you watched recently...’ thread:

Four things:

1. Gaspar Noe still uses the sort of shock tactics and provocations only a teenager would find particularly transgressive. His films embrace elements of both pornography and video nasties.

2. Despite the above, the man is still probably the foremost cinematic chronicler of living hells. After the largely tedious misstep that was Love, this is a return to form. There’s a party; there’s something in the sangria; and everything goes to ****. As the characters unravel, the camera becomes increasingly unmoored. By the remarkable, eh, climax the camera is basically defying gravity and drifting between an indistinct mass of gyrating, demented bodies in a sort of drug-fuelled stream-of-consciousness. It’s a beautifully repulsive acid trip you have to see in a cinema, and mercifully shorter than Enter the Void.

3. The dance scene that kicks off the film proper after two trolling false starts is maybe the year’s best scene?

4. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a film with a bassier soundtrack.