I'd say it's a visual poetry - beautiful camerawork, choice of angles, the play with light and shadow. To my surprise, so much less poetic are the dialogues in this film, mostly nonsense to be honest. The beginning is promising, starting as a quite surreal mixture of noir and mysterious feverish dream, progressively shifting towards the latter. Strong performance from Pascal Greggory. But where are the punk elements?
It's just okay, whereas it could have been much better. Kind of like The Usual Suspects filtered through a vision of toxic purgatory, it's a shame that neither the performances nor the script rises to any great heights, leaving most viewers non-plussed by a mixture of unsatisfying oddness and familiar neo-noir tropes.
Felt like our world, our conundrum. What if life is the mystery and we are all characters trapped in a noir, each of us the criminal and detective? Chants de Maldoror slam dances with Heart of Darkness and then collaborate on a remake of Vampyr? Atmosphere and mood to burn. Thank you, MUBI. But. Tendentious, and too much of a guy’s club, with cardboard cutouts for the tiny number of female models, oops, I mean roles.
This is what happens when you let a poet make a movie. Disjointed but effective images, pseudo-profound dialogue, and lots of references to other movies, silent movies, noir movies, and even science fiction. The punk rock over the final credits was good; would have been a better film if that had been the soundtrack for the entire film.
Entre el Alphaville de Godard y un filme de ciencia y de ciencia ficciòn, todo en uno. Con una cuidada fotografìa que permite tener un conjunto muy bizarro. La poca claridad del argumento, de los objetivos de los personajes, de la certeza o verosimilitud de lo que se relata, el espectador debe dedicarse a la contemplaciòn o a la elucubraciòn. De paso, hay momentos con mucha literatura...