Where is all the sex and violence

Rating: 1/10 (15 February 2019)

I am, I suspect, in the minority here, but I feel that after seeing all of Gaspar Noe's body of work you come to expect another boundary pushing instalment of art. Climax, for me, was dull and predictable. on first discovering Noe, I was invigorated by his fearless approach to filmmaking, his choices in content and texture were exciting and straddled the realms of decency and the taboo. I would always seek out his newest creation, until now. Climax seemed like a lazy and confirmative tick box exercise that never really gets out of the gates. It neither disturbs or delights, or tackles anything that I would normally flinch at, this is what I expect to see when buying a ticket to a Noe film. Red backdrops are now boring, I get it, red means danger, love, sex, blood etc etc. pumping pulsing soundtracks are there to disorientate and unsettle, boring, next, move along. drugs drugs drugs, erect dicks and maturbation, need I go on. Show me something new Gaspar, not snippets of your better films cut together like a bad greatest hits album, you are better than this, Climax was a sloppy idea and I can only surmise that you have now run out of ideas. I hate to be a debbie downer because I love your earlier movies, but this movie really need to be retitled as Anti-Climax.