The combination of an Oedipal Dennis Potter, an over-abundance of Nic Roeg's worst pseudo-psychology and Gary Oldman at his hammiest might perhaps be just a little too much.
The panic, the vomit...
Never drink the punch at a party.
Climax, like Enter The Void before it, performs compelling and innovative tricks with aesthetics and form. It is a nightmarish sensory overload, superbly executed by Noe for maximum distress and disorientation.
As to what it all means - this is less clear. It feels as if Noe is teasing at political implications but leaving them purposefully ambiguous. Is the descent into hell depicted here a right wing statement about…
Forgive me, but I just do not understand the love for this film. As a musician, I am perplexed by its extraordinary inaccuracies but I am even more baffled by the indulgences shown to its narrative deficiencies. The one believable moment is when Andrew leaves his drumsticks behind in the car rental office. More or less everything else fails to ring true.
There are numerous musical and institutional errors. The emphasis on speed and tempo as the be-all-and-end-all of musical…