When I first saw this a couple of years ago, I was impressible enough to totally buy into its patchy logic and cheeky narration. I'd like to think I've become a bit smarter since then, although some of the film's main points still resonate with me (the whole "Controlled Demolition" business being one of them).
To be clear: I'm not indicating that sinister instigators willingly blew up Manhattan in order to claim insurance money and go to war with Afghanistan…
Going into this absolutely oblivious, I've got to admit I kind of expected a light coming-of-age drama, a tale of friendship and values against a backdrop of adolescent self-indulgence. And probably some nice butts in bikinis.
That last point turned out true, but apart from that, the opening scene already makes it pretty clear that if you came here for a fun college flick featuring former Disney starlet and Bieber-Ex Selena Gomez's ascent into adulthood, you're in for a big…
*** Part of Lise's "Hal’s Birthday – watch 2001 on Sat Jan 12 2013" project ***
Started watching around 22:00 CET. Consumed a moderate amount of a technically illegal but generally accepted recreational drug. Been several years since my last viewing, I was looking forward to it.
First thought during Dawn of Man sequence: "The history of Man is grand."
What if the monolith wasn't supposed to do anything, except being there? I mean, the mere existence of something…
Never before in my life has a film left me this upset. Gaspar Noé's Irreversible leads you down a dark alley of pain and perversion, and each one of its short episodes adds more nightmarish detail to the fistful of tragedies unfolding in front of your eyes.
The reverse storytelling does not in the least soften the impact of events - if anything, it adds to the feeling of being a paralyzed witness to a tragedy that has already taken place.
My heart broke many times.