Climax (2018)
(On Cable TV, September 2019) There are two movies in Gaspar Noé’s Climax, and while one of them feels like a pale copy of his more transgressive work, the other movie is probably the happiest, most purely enjoyable thing he’s ever done. But let’s go back to the beginning: Climax begins with a few TV interviews, the full credits and then moves on to a fantastic one-take dance number featuring the film’s very large ensemble cast. (Part of it reminded me of the krumping dance documentary Rize, which turns out to have been an acknowledged influence.) It’s an unusually joyous moment in the Noé oeuvre, and viewers are advised to cherish it because everything then predictably takes a turn for the much, much worse. But not before some more not-so-horrible moments as the twenty-some characters set a few subplots in motion: We eventually establish that we’re in an abandoned school in the middle of nowhere during the winter, with a troupe of dancers successfully practising their choreography. At the end-of-rehearsal party, members of the troupe dance, celebrate and drink some sangria that turns out to have been spiked with a heroic quantity of LSD. It takes roughly forty minutes for the LSD to kick in … and for the other movie to start. Because in Noé’s world, LSD reactions are pushed to eleven in all directions: before long, we’ve got paranoid characters beating each other up, forcing others outside in the cold, having sex, locking kids in dangerous places and generally running amok. The showcase of the film is what looks like a forty-minute-long take of pure drug-fuelled nightmare. It’s delirious … and yet disappointing. Knowing that (save for the choreographed dance sequence) the film was largely improvised by performers specializing in dance more than in acting may serve to explain the narrative disappointment of the film—while it does lead somewhere with a clear conclusion, it’s annoyingly loose in how it gets there. Compared to some other Noé film, the worse parts of Climax don’t quite reach the bad parts of his other movies, an inevitable sign that Noé has outplayed himself in shock value. Still, I’m not willing to discount Climax despite its directorial self-indulgence: As with most other Noé movies, there are many interesting moments, hard-hitting sequences, great unusual performances and clever use of music. The ever-enjoyable Sofia Boutella has a good role as one of the few trained actors in the mix, while Noé seems to pull back (even if by a tiny and almost unnoticeable degree) from his usual nihilism. As a “let’s try something new” kind of movie, it’s quite a bit of fun for viewers interested in formal experimentalism. But I can’t help but hope that some of the new things tried here could be re-used in a different and more controlled setting. Also: I’d be down for an upbeat Noé musical. Just saying.