"it was bound to happen, right?"
fuelled by bonello's deft and rhythmic compositions/editing, that find structurally and geographically interesting ways to thrill & comment simultaneously as he tracks 7 kids carrying out a paris bombing (there's a repetition of gunfire with constantly shifting visual information in the climax that so simply yet viscerally captures a sense of inevitability that my jaw actually dropped), this is a desperate cry for young people without genuine avenues of expression, political and otherwise, and wholly essential cinema. the extended, uneasy opening that lingers on the mundane, ordinary methodology of the homegrown terrorists is incredibly thrilling but the back half that meditates on the aftermath—contrasting these frustrated, radical kids and their world of hollow, commercial surfaces…