The Exterminating Angels (2007)
It's like the goofball would-be profundity of the last twenty minutes of Secret Things expanded to feature length and given a shiny new coat of self-reflexivity. Shamefully entertaining as long as there's women rubbing on themselves and/or each other, Jean-Claude Brisseau's feature-length alibi for alleged inappropriate behavior becomes far less interesting whenever any of the characters open their mouths to speak. All the luminous cinematography in the world can't keep this from feeling a lot silly and a little self-serving, though it does redeem itself somewhat in the home stretch when it turns inside out the naive-innocent persona Brisseau has set up for himself via surrogate Francois (played as straight-faced as possible by Frédéric van den Driessche). Art-porn is all well and good, but justifying it to oneself kinda takes the teeth out of it.
Grade: C+
It's like the goofball would-be profundity of the last twenty minutes of Secret Things expanded to feature length and given a shiny new coat of self-reflexivity. Shamefully entertaining as long as there's women rubbing on themselves and/or each other, Jean-Claude Brisseau's feature-length alibi for alleged inappropriate behavior becomes far less interesting whenever any of the characters open their mouths to speak. All the luminous cinematography in the world can't keep this from feeling a lot silly and a little self-serving, though it does redeem itself somewhat in the home stretch when it turns inside out the naive-innocent persona Brisseau has set up for himself via surrogate Francois (played as straight-faced as possible by Frédéric van den Driessche). Art-porn is all well and good, but justifying it to oneself kinda takes the teeth out of it.
Grade: C+
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home