A completely bonkers satirical tale on identity, power and stereotypes. Yes, it is pretty incoherent at some places but it really kinda helps the film as a whole. This film is completely unpredictable. It is a manifesto of absolute anarchy that I will never forget. Also, seeing Vincent Cassel not giving a shit about anything has never been so much entertaining. It is pretty fucking hilarious.
Though odd and I can't say it entirely (or even mostly) works in a traditional sense, it made an impression with almost every scene. It felt like a cathartic experience for sociopaths (or psychopaths). Nevertheless, the fact that I was routing for them at the end and hanging on to every last image means it had impact.
This was alternately touching and annoying in equal measure. The editing and production were choppy and cheap for the first half, but then the ideas and visuals slowly become more profound and absorbing. It was a strange trip, and I do not know where it took me, but it was nice.
Some films simply transcend genre. You cannot watch and say, oh, it reminds me of this or it was clearly influenced by that. You'd also be hard pressed to provide a simple synopsis to someone who has not seen it. Any synopsis would seem ridiculous. Yet the experience was wondrous.
Burning on and on and on for what? Thingliness? That image? We imagine we hope we try we place. Still for most the grass is always greener on that other side. Over yonder, Over yonder, and maybe yonder some more. The battlefield is in our heads, that hatred is ourselves.The fantasy we click, that now now now is our desired reality. This fantastique precludes our own painful interventions albeit divine or cumbersome.
ODWC is like an addictive designer drug that I know is not healthy, yet I keep coming back for more. A mulitple character study that unravels in its complexity at break neck speed. Superbly handled by the leads and the director.Every scene, every line - perfect. Note to self: When using the tired and lame pickup line "Is it true that girls just want to have fun?" - Be sure to speak & slur in a thick French accent.
Why is anarchy so appealing? What's the trigger that stops people from suffering in silence and makes them decide on extreme action? Do we need other people to be that trigger? I've seen a lot of road movies that go this way, because there's something very appealing about being free from all your responsibilities. To be truly alive. And then you wake up.
How to interpret this one? Not exactly was I expecting a redhead revolution, transgressive exploration of one's sexuality and a coming-of-age tale all rolled into one. I guess you could add black comedy to that description as well, because I would hope some of those scenes were not actually serious. Somewhat fun to watch, the film cannot maintain its thesis and digresses into hypnotic violence and bad behavior.