Noe's first feature film is one of the most powerful and affecting films you will ever subject yourself to. It provokes thought, shocks and disturbs, asks questions but gives no easy answers. It's undeniably hard to watch - viewing the English subtitled version adds to the unrelenting effect, as the majority of the film's speech is the internal monologue of Phillipe Nahon's 'Butcher' character. The English-speaking viewer is keeping one eye on the visuals and one eye on Nahon's never-ending torrent of misanthropy, constantly spooling across the screen.
Noe makes points about the nature of honour and morality, the French national character, racism and xenophobia, and the loneliness of the down-and-out. Also, at points the dialogue touches upon how human actions cannot be reversed - which Noe explicitly deals with in his next film 'Irreversible'.
This is very, very far removed from exploitation fare like 'I Spit On Your Grave' - the film is handled with a very serious tone, there's no light relief through inept performances or corny dialogue. He's a witty and audacious director though, and perhaps does make some concession to showmen of yesteryear like William Castle by inserting a caption proclaiming 'YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS TO LEAVE THE THEATRE' before the final scene.
No light relief, no sympathetic characters, and not since 'La Haine' has Paris ever looked so grim and imposing. Highly recommended - this will stay with you for life, like it or not. A filmic equivalent of the Swans' first few albums. You'll feel proud for having come out the other end unscathed.
Noe makes points about the nature of honour and morality, the French national character, racism and xenophobia, and the loneliness of the down-and-out. Also, at points the dialogue touches upon how human actions cannot be reversed - which Noe explicitly deals with in his next film 'Irreversible'.
This is very, very far removed from exploitation fare like 'I Spit On Your Grave' - the film is handled with a very serious tone, there's no light relief through inept performances or corny dialogue. He's a witty and audacious director though, and perhaps does make some concession to showmen of yesteryear like William Castle by inserting a caption proclaiming 'YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS TO LEAVE THE THEATRE' before the final scene.
No light relief, no sympathetic characters, and not since 'La Haine' has Paris ever looked so grim and imposing. Highly recommended - this will stay with you for life, like it or not. A filmic equivalent of the Swans' first few albums. You'll feel proud for having come out the other end unscathed.
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