It's been days after I watched the 2018 film Climax by Gaspar Noé, I still can't get over it. The imagery has burnt in my memory, even yesterday night I had some really strange dreams (although I can no longer recall them) and a rough night sleep. I had heard many compliments as well as disgust towards Gaspar's filmography and Climax is my first Garpar Noé's film. Out of morbid curiosity I checked out Climax a few days ago. OH BOY! It is an experience, to say the least.
To be honest, as much as how horrifying the film depicts the effect LSD could be, deep down inside, the film somehow convinces a part of me, just a tiny part of me, to try out LSD, to check out the my inner demon, to find out what kind of person I truly am. The film shows how exactly LSD would peel off the outer shell of a person, tear down all the phoniess, all the pretentiousness, so that the truest desire reveals itself. But then curiosity can kill. This tiny thought that the film manages to give me is damn dangerous, I have to admit.
It is hard to recommend this film. It is unique, it is vulgar, it is a horror film, and it assaults your senses. At the same time, I also feel a certain sadness for the characters among many are merely victims. The slow descent to hellscape, a trainwreck happens in slow-mo, is unbearable to watch but I am morbidly fascinated. It is like what people like to say, it is just hard to look away from a car accident.
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