I should have known what I was setting myself up for.
Gaspar Noe makes intense movies. That’s the best word for them. Irreversible unfolded in reverse chronological order with a ten-minute rape scene that doesn’t cut away. Enter the Void was a three-hour psychedelic journey from a swirling, floating birds-eye view.
When I bought the ticket, as you do nowadays, I already knew Climax was the story of a French troupe of dancers who drank acid-spiked sangria and devolve into monsters. I suppose I was hoping for more, but maybe I’m missing something.
It’s still certainly a film like no other. It felt like Gaspar was highlighting how human beings are capable of some extraordinary things, both good and bad. We can perform mind-bending dance numbers, together, in limb-swirling unison, or we can destroy one another. Sometimes for untold reasons. And that’s what I saw.
And like good film tends to initiate, I’m still thinking about it.