Youth at the crossroads between fighting for a dim, but possible future and eking out a few, final moments of fun before it burns to the ground. Can't think of a near-future scenario that's better inhabited than this, unless you look to something a bit more didactic like Children of Men. Honest, funny, and supremely touching. Instantly rocketed up to my favorite film of 2024.
Fucking bangs. Excuse me, I thought all music biopics, especially ones that could be considered vainglorious hagiography, were all doomed to suck hard. The lads proved me wrong. So much fun and, even if it spins the expected up-and-down beats once in a while, it succeeds in what it set out to do with style.
Gaspar Noé is extremely horny and he just won’t shut the fuck up about it. Absolute dogshit. Empty transgression, windmilling in your face with the false confidence of an exasperatingly annoying club kid. The ugliest handheld long takes I’ve ever endured, roaming the same single hallway in clunky pursuit of the carnality of human sexuality or whatever. You can rag on von Trier for being a troll and not be wrong, but at least he’s not stultifyingly one-note. I hated everything about this.
"My [Lyft] score is very low -- I'm much too abrasive with the drivers..."
-One of the main characters that we're supposed to like and enjoy
My god, this is aggressively woke. From the get, its shallow, white feminism is thick with meritocratic condescension and empty representation. Kinda perfectly encapsulates liberalism as a state between hyper-cultural awareness and absolute helplessness — anti-social nerds obsessed with process and rules, tearing up at the mention of Gilmore Girls. In two decades, Molly will be asking to speak to your manager. Don't trust Debate Club kids, seriously. Really makes me miss the apolitical Superbad if anything.
