"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.
Although I expected to find it irritating (the Cocteau like staginess, the hushed whispering, the Ruizian games except without his Modern unsentimentality, the commonplaces of sex & death & the very au courant prosodizing about the (death of the) cinema), I was very moved by it in the end (the actors' conviction, the director's commitment to his own odd vision, the haunting depiction of need & human incompleteness).
"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.
"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!