Climax

Gaspar Noé's satanic dance-troupe freak-out of sex and despair

Gaspar Noé has served up another hardcore agape-horror - visually extraordinary, structurally and formally audacious. And maybe it is, finally - and perhaps inevitably - anticlimactic, collapsing into a long bad trip of Noé mannerisms: nightmare corridors, red-light-district ambience, nausea-inducing soundtrack thudding, swivelling upside-down POV shots. But who is going to complain, when this director's climaxes have got so much more decibels than other people's earnest declamations? Noé is giving us a cinema of sensual outrageousness and excess that makes other films look middleaged and tame. [...]

di Peter Bradshaw, articolo completo (3414 caratteri spazi inclusi) su The Guardian 14 maggio 2018