Murphy is an American living in Paris who enters a highly sexually and emotionally charged relationship with the unstable Electra. Unaware of the effect it will have on their relationship, they invite their pretty neighbor into their bed.
We can always rely on enfant terrible Gaspar Noé to raise eyebrows: more than a decade after _ Irréversible_, Noé again goes for the jugular with Love, a fittingly tongue-in-cheek title for this fascinating ménage-a-trois unsimulated sex drama.
Some may call it pretentious (which it is) but calling it shitty filmmaking far more pretentious, people should get a grip. The soundtrack is perfect, I'll leave it at that. The framing is just stunning, as well as the editing and color schemes, pulling your feet from what feels ordinary and immersing you in a matter of seconds into an alternate, much darker, deeper sense of reality. God, what a fucking depression.
Like some breathtaking Catholic painting. Beautiful. So beautiful. Also predictably unpleasant. Would be easier to like if the main character were not so objectionable. But then it would tell us men less of the truth about ourselves. If we grieve the past embrace, if the best sex we ever had haunts us and threatens to destroy us, it is because we are selfish. And we are. We are selfish in the face of God's gifts.
One of the most beautifully photographed erotic films ever. If you've seen Gaspar Noe's films you will be familiar with his tropes and references, if not, this may be strange territory for you, as it was for the critics who panned it, as they do to EVERY graphically sexual film. Distributors aren't even giving this film a chance in USA. I saw it at Sundance Kabuki in San Francisco. 5 stars for Benoit Debie/4 for Noe.
Murphy is such a dickhead and his relationship with Electra is very toxic. They blindly 'love' each other. In addition, neither of them feel that their relationship make them grow into a better version of themselves. I also found how Murphy & Electra fell into each other very quickly is rather disturbing; it's irrational and creepy. If Gaspar Noe's definition of love is tons of sex, then I have to disagree.
Noe delivers a visceral and blistering film powered by sexual obsession, desire and regret. Exceptionally well edited with very memorable cinematography by Benoit Debie that overcome any blandness in the performances of the three leads. Less confrontational than expected but Noe continues to push the envelope on sexual expression though like his earlier work the effect can become deadening after awhile. Kudos.