An ode to sexuality and the female form, Crazy Horse is graphic, bold and colorful. I wish there was more feeling envolved into this doc-work, though. I missed knowing who these people are and what Crazy Horse ir really about. At the end, I guess this movie experience is equal to the live show: treats to the eyes, not so much to the brain.
Renowned documentarian Frederick Wiseman visits the Crazy Horse, Paris' famous nude dance club, capturing its inner workings and on-stage majesty. Wiseman weaves a narrative of life in the Crazy Horse, eschewing interviews and talking heads for fly on the wall observation. The result is a highly immersive and at times breathtaking tribute to the stunning craft and sensuality of this temple of feminine beauty.
The first Wiseman where I didn't spend a significant portion of the runtime slack-jawed in awe, notsomuch because the stakes are low than because there's not much of an argument being made here, far as I could tell. But it has a lot going for it visually and atmospherically, and would make a great double bill with Taylor Mead's Ass.