Hierarchies of Pain (or) "[s]he prefers the senseless pain we inflict on each other to the pain we would otherwise inflict on ourselves. But I'm not afraid of that solitary pain. In fact, if I don't strip myself of all this clatter and clutter and ridiculous ritual, I shall go out of my fucking mind"
The creeping music box of a car, the noisy take off field of a plane. Only someone that spend hours and hours watching planes take off would understand the profoundness of the scene. No one is given a name beside Claude through out the film, which is a excellent symbolism. Some premature cinematography, but could not take away the brilliancy of the idea. “We are not animals after all.”
The purest form of self-destruction, self-loathe translate through a young sex worker. Some really great acting from Maritaud. You really feel for Leo. It is frustrating to watch. However I also find it hard to connect with the characters due to the lack of background story - perhaps it's irrelevant? Some of the explicit scenes were unnecessary. I feel the story gets lost when it becomes straight porn.
A tender if uncompromising portrait of male prostitution and homelessness. Kinda feels like a cross between the brutal downward spirals of Requiem For A Dream and the violent wildness of Rodrigues' O Fantasma. Maritaud's awe-inspiring, raw performance gives Leo a deep sensitivity, which makes his descent hard to watch (The anal plug will haunt my dreams). Final scene offers no answers, only a strange kind of calm.
A bracing love story with male prostitutes as the protagonists which is neither nihilistic nor redemptive. It doesn't disguise the hard, dangerous nature of their lives, the exploitation and the street smarts necessary to survive but allows for an interior life in which hearts can genuinely be broken, surprisingly simple moments indicating connection are profound and the desire for self determination remains.
The characters in the movie could easily be changed to female-female or male-female relationships. Male-male combination gives the director more chances to work on the feelings of the characters. Nice character study and good acting by the actors. The scenes with a motherlike doctor and the lonely old client were touching.
Loneliness beats in this film with a frenetic rhythm. Vidal-Naquet presents a narrative that wins because it feels quite proximate: it talks about a very common thirst. Sauvage is a captivating and non-pretentious opera-prima that affirms singing the vitality of French cinema. Last but not least, Felix Maritaud blossoms gradually in a potent but vulnerable interpretation, simply superb!
it leaves us on a very high note, where Leo's repetition compulsion truly alienates him from us. C V-N quickly but expertly introduces a lot of interesting characters, and they are all acted very well. Petzold recently reminded me how outskirts are more interesting than the city - but this is mostly filmed how all "realist" dramas are these days. Racial cliches. It's an old story, coughing up blood and all.