The Donald Trump of Cinema -- Biggest let down since M. Night Shamalama

Rating: 4/10 (21 March 2019)

Raw emotion. Uninformed opinions. Another established filmmaker getting high off the smell of his own farts.
CLIMAX has all of the charm, wit, and insight of a 1984 anti-drug campaign. As soon as the acid kicked in, it became clear to me that Noe has never dropped a tab in his life. Every little story in this sloppy and gross pastiche is the most simple take on every LSD cliché ever told. Nancy Reagan would be proud of our little French director, here.
I loved ENTER THE VOID. The "artistic license" he's taken, since, to create half-assed student films from underdeveloped scripts is a complete joke.
If this is his first shot across the bow in his declared (yes, actually declared at the start of this movie) war against American Art, he may as well tie his warship up to the docks, now. Or scuttle it mid-sea, because if this is how he continues to conduct his campaign of Art War, he's just going to further reveal himself as the pathetic poseur displayed in this film.
Absolutely embarrassing. "Write what you know," Gaspar. That's the first rule of good writing and good film making.