The fifth film by the Argentine filmmaker Gaspar Noé – a drug induced psychodelic dream with shocking, sometimes horrific turns.
The trailer back in summer made my favourite trailers list with its simple, yet unique structure – while showing just a few scenes from the film and not telling much about the story, it gave a gripping glance at what is to follow. Then came the posters. The one saying: “You despised I Stand Alone, you hated Irréversible, you loathed Enter the Void, you cursed Love, now try Climax”, made me super intrigued. Under the text, the director with a devil like smile, holding a cup of sangria, symbolising the film itself. The film, however, was a complete shock to me even though I have seen all of Noé’s work and I knew what to expect.
The storyline is pretty simple: a group of french dancers, their last party in a remote building & a bowl of sangria laced with LSD. Yet it all morphs into a beautiful hell. It also looks like it has come from Noe’s twisted cinematic mind, not from a real life story as it has.
Although, it’s one of the films, in which the plot is not the main thing. It’s a piece of art with emotion, rawness, and its own beauty. It doesn’t have to be beautiful to be pretty. It has its own ways of beauty. Ultimate coctail of drugs & dance.