No plans to write on High Life, but do feel like saying a thought or two. I know I will watch it again some time down the road. My main takeaway after viewing at TIFF, however, was that I "got it" in ways I never do with Claire Denis, and that threw me. I equate her work with a certain level of bafflement. This was the quality that drew me so strongly to L'Intrus and Bastards. I saw the former…

"It takes a while for anyone to realize something terrible is afoot. Even a barely-90-minute slasher flick needs a fair share of throat-clearing before it gets to the throat-cutting. The guys act like douchey frat bros who treat this spooky jamboree as if it's Miami spring break. The gals shoot snide glances and comments at the fellas — that is when they aren't murmuring about which guy's face they'll be sitting on by evening's end. (It took six credited screenplay…

A sober man's study of an intoxicated one. Makes me want to prop Michael Bay in front of it, Clockwork Orange-style, and shout "This is how you do satire!" at deafening decibels. Truthfully, the peanut-brain would probably get off on it…which is how you do satire. Let the morons expose themselves, even as the viewers who fancy they're above it all (myself definitely included) quietly acknowledge the pleasure inherent—per George Carlin—in having gotten a ticket to the freak show. ("One…