Gaspar Noe's 'Love' is One of the Best French New-Wave Films Ever Made
However, I still catalog the intro title sequence of Enter the Void as one of the top films openings of all time. That intro is cinematic canon! The rest of that movie, however, is kinda garbage (outside of minor flourishes). The hype surrounding this movie, and my subsequent discontent, turned me off to his films.
Love is currently on Netflix. I clicked it on last night after work, as something to turn my brain off. And yet, I was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. It captivated my attention. Mr. Noe’s style seems to have translated beautifully in this movie — he’s not trying to make a big movie. He’s making a small movie with big feelings.
One of the joys of the movie is its intense emotionality. There are times when the couples arguing feels nightmarish precisely because of the intensity of emotion displayed. And the memories feel passionately bubbled up, as if remembered in the throes of masturbation — thus, they’re extra: extra hot; extra dark.
By the end of the film, I loved it. It played like a futuristic perfection of the 1960’s French New-Wave movement. I noticed it had all the same elements as the movies of Jean-Luc Godard (for example), but pushed / extended those genre-like elements into a heightening of pleasurable effect. Like love itself.
Except, it perfects it. It’s in English, color, HD… The coquette imagery explodes into the pornography the pretentious-arty-male-viewer is visualizing inside of himself anyway… Why not satisfy that desire?
Wouldn’t Bande à Part be so much better if you could see Anna Karina’s pussy being eaten?