Climax? More like "I Was Faking It"

Rating: 1/10 (8 October 2019)

I can understand if you're a pre-pubescent boy and your mom and dad have a lockdown on your internet browsing experience, that this film may spark some interest for you to some degree. However, to those of us who are not so easily mesmerized by gyrating bodies, this movie is quite a bore. If you take away the alluring French accents, I'm quite sure that you will agree with me that the dialogue is the equivalent of eavesdropping on someone's post-party ruminations on a urine soaked subway car at night. There is no horror. There is no plot. There is just an abundance of stupidity masked by bodies and an array of uninteresting relationships, where everyone acts as if they are so liberated, but surprise, surprise-- once some mayhem interferes, suddenly everyone's shadow self comes out to play, and then the audience finally gets to see who's an actual dancer, and who is just a poser.
Don't get me wrong. Some of Gaspar Noe's work is brilliant. But this film just wasn't one of them. And someone needs to change the genre, because nothing in this film resembled horror in the least. You know what's even scarier than a bunch of delusional, semi-repressed dancers on LSD? People watching the movie who find it entertaining without the drugs in their system.
Oh, and the title definitely needs to be changed as well. I'm thinking "The Poorman's Studio 54" would be more apropos.