Climax
Gaspar Noé on the cheap can still pay off. And his trademark craziness is toned down, despite the title, this is only a bit weird.
The introduction is a long freestyle dance “battle” that puts all the dancing reality shows to shame. And it was mostly improvised on the hour. There’s a Busby Berkeley vibe to it, spiked with psychedelics.
After the acid hits, it’s all around unhinged screaming, animalesque flailing, and manic laughter. The worst part is the limbo between sober rationality and trippy release. Just go with the flow of hormones…
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