I saw Climax today. It had a very strong opening, with a flat-out incredible dance scene and a slow feeling of mounting dread as the spiked punch’s effects started to become clear. The film is gorgeous and stylistically it’s really something special. Beautiful cinematography and some playful tweaking of formulas – e.g. the film opens with the closing shot, followed by the end credits, followed by production company logos, followed by the film itself.
Unfortunately, this movie is dumb as all hell. Gaspar Noé seems to me to be the exact same kind of egotistical brat as Lars Von Trier. Both are technically quite skilled, but intellectually vapid. Their main goal with their films seems to be to shock and provoke the audience. It’s an adolescent mentality, this perverse delight simply in prodding the viewer, getting a rise out of people with no further point in mind. Both filmmakers are rendered utterly unnecessary by the presence of Michael Haneke, whose work provokes to an actual end. He has ideas and themes. What a fucking concept, right?
This great-style/bad-concept dynamic is ever present in Climax. Look at this shot:
The main characters are all introduced in this promo VHS, where they talk to the camera about how excited they are for their trip to the US to perform their dance routine. Very cool way to open a film, and pretty attractive framing. Showing you this in-universe media is a neat idea. The contrast between the grainy VHS footage and the hi-res surroundings, that’s great. But what’s this? It seems Noé has surrounded the TV with all of his top influences in creating this film! Check out all the cool old horror movies he likes, and all the interesting books he’s read! This is some fucking freshman film school boneheaded shit right here. I was sitting in the theater thinking “yeah dude, I get the impulse, but you should have gotten over this after your first short.”
The film is interspersed with occasional Godard-style screens full of text with totally banal psuedo-philosophical musings. Literally, a character dies and the screen flashes the phrase “Death is an extraordinary experience.” I’m gonna yartz, dude.
The film has absolutely nothing to say. After its relatively strong start, it just descends not just into miserablism, but boring miserablism. The film is able to effectively capture what it’s like to be at a shitty party where people are getting too fucked up and behaving badly. But that’s all it does. Like, it never reaches any particularly interesting heights. People die and it still just feels like you’re at a shitty party. He hires all these amazing dancers, but the last 3rd of the film you just get to watch them aimlessly and lethargically writhe around on the ground.
It’s frustrating. There’s a lot of talent in this movie but it’s all driven by the mind of a frat boy who never grew up.
Ultimately, the movie was worth the admission, but mainly because of two incredible dance scenes. Save yourself the time and money and watch them on youtube: