"This is the dress from my dream. Seeing it, I remembered. Always follow the clues in dreams." Like the movie Blue Velvet crossed with a one-room play such as Fritz Leiber's The Big Time except they spend all their time talking about sex and love in French. With a dash of Boris Vian's Froth on the Daydream crossed with Mephistopheles dressed as a maid. M83 soundtrack is gorgeous. Immortality in the night. "And now?"
There are good moments here, and it has a surprisingly warm heart. The frank exposition and almost academic eroticism makes for a very French film, and even though I don't think it all worked, the mystery surrounding the main couple (not quite the right word) kept me engaged, and I enjoyed the payoff. Plus, M83's soundtrack was spot on. I want that music machine!
An erotic escape without much eroticism or as much audacity as it presumes, the film proceeds more like a travelers' journey set piece, with each character explaining him- or herself like a scene from Canterbury Tales. Throw in The Stud's big scene - reminiscent of that famous shot in Boogie Nights - and some pseudo-hip dialogue about sexual acts, and you have a candy-coated shell of a movie full of empty calories.
Is it presumptuous to think Gonzalez could be my ('our', if you're with me) Derek Jarman? If I could put my hand on a movie player and call up a film based on my dreams & life & values, mightn't it look like this (but with better sound design)? Enchanting; delightfully, gloriously queer. Theatrical, lyrical, silly & profound. With, as in Land of my Dreams, a remarkably distinct, if pastiched, directorial vision.
I don't know. I have to give Gonzalez points for sheer audacity and some very funny dialogue..."Stab me with your pork sword" ? C'mon, now that's funny. As well as clearly referencing the works of Kenneth Anger and Alain Robbe-Grillet. But had to take at least one star away because the film fails to reach its full erotic promise.
"I curse the cock that has torn me from my destiny!" If you can appreciate and enjoy a line like that, you are probably on this movie's wavelength. I was...mostly. Like many movies that pretend to be about sex, this one turns out to be rather chaste and even cornily sentimental, concerned ultimately with the twin fears of death and solitude. It reminded me of the later films of Visconti.
"His life lies on your desire now". Theatrical and poetic, this orgy film represents to me a very-very-french-cinema - it's as sexy as it is blasé. Beautiful photography work on this tale of desire and love. I'm really fond of Gonzale's aesthetics and oniric screen presence. As the stud would say: "It doesn't matter if it's true, it's their story". Empty hearts salvation and pure poetic magnetism.