Review: Hellish dance musical 'Climax' is good for Gaspar Noé, but maybe not as good for you
The climax of "Climax," Gaspar Noe's cheerfully deranged and feverishly protracted rave-gasm of a movie, takes place at an all-night dance party gone nightmarishly wrong.
Somebody's put LSD in the sangria, and what began as a celebratory gathering of talented young revelers has devolved into a demonic horror show, a crackup of bad sex, worse drugs, reckless child endangerment and accidental self-immolation. It's the kind of mass meltdown that demands to be read allegorically or even apocalyptically, as summed up by a helpful title card: "LIFE IS A COLLECTIVE IMPOSSIBILITY."
Rest assured, I've spoiled nothing. If you've seen a movie directed by Noe, the Nietzche-loving, Kubrick-referencing punk-poet of extreme French cinema, you
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