"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.
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).
"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.