The single dominant aesthetic gesture in this film composed almost entirely of static, medium two-shots (apparently weary of inducing 3D headaches, Noé was interested in little other than pleasure here) is its use of stereoscopic photography. Having spent his career investigating man’s most primal and animalistic instincts, in Love Noé aims to grapple with the often contradictory correlation between the wild and woolly libido and that perhaps more conservative urge to settle into a monogamous family unit, both steered more or less by that crazy little thing called love. Love is, said and done, a 3D pornographic film running 135 minutes, with at least half of that running time spent watching a trio of young, conventionally attractive individuals (who either are or should be non-actors) having unsimulated sex. To watch one of Noé’s movies is to have been made hyper-aware of cinema’s faculties for manipulating our perception of time via components that lie outside of plot progression, character arcs, and acting abilities.Īll of which is to say that if we’re going to pick on Noé’s new movie, let’s at least do it in terms that are relevant to what it’s actually trying to do. Rather, it manoeuvres through its arena of texture, light, and bodies-as Noé’s cinema so often does-according to jagged, up-and-across movements, starting and pausing its plot in a manner more characteristic of lower (pornographic) or higher (avant-garde) cinematic traditions, allowing the erotics, spectacles, or poetics to suspend our attention in bodily experiences. But the way that Love works with time isn’t horizontal as in traditional narrative cinema linear, cause-and-effect relations are hardly its chief concern. By this I don’t mean there isn’t a plot there is, and it’s indeed a very Noé-esque one, backtracking through a relationship’s trajectory in order to rediscover a blissful origin. Then again, Love isn’t really aspiring to narrative-movie objectives. It’s been both amusing and disheartening to watch fellow critics lash out against Argentine-born “French extremist” Gaspar Noé’s new movie, a 3D porno un-ironically titled Love, for failing to achieve such “good movie” goals as “acting excellence,” “believable chemistry,” or “naturalistic dialogue.” Admittedly, Love’s execution of these basic tenets of narrative filmmaking is shoddy in comparison to other recent attempts to introduce frank sexuality into upper-middlebrow markets, such as Nymphomaniac (2013) and L’inconnu du lac (2013). Then the relationship turns ugly and the love affair descends into drugs, experimentation, jealousy and hate.Originally published in Cinema Scope 63 (Summer 2015).
Noé colours in their backgrounds and explores their ambitions – she a wannabe artist, he a budding filmmaker – and it’s Murphy’s declaration to make a film about “sentimental sexuality” that underlines what Noé is after here. It’s dreamy and melancholic with longing gazes across pillows as the afternoon sun creeps through the shutters. They meet for the first time in a park, their burgeoning relationship, and their promise to protect each other from life’s ills. Repetition and boredom soon trump eroticism and for an age the affair doesn’t get any deeper than great sex – “Blood, sperm and tears: this is the essence of life!” says Murphy at one point.īut then Love stumbles into a tender sequence and Noé cuts out all the short, stabbing flashbacks and settles down to chart their story proper. Like his previous feature, 2009’s Into The Void, Noé doesn’t know what to cut and so includes everything.
And this juvenile indulgence is found in the story too: Murphy and Omi’s son is called Gaspar, another character is called Noe, and in a scene in a porno shop Murphy extols the courage of porn actors to bare all (a nod of appreciation from Noé to his own stars). The 3D is a lost cause, darkening scenes and faces past the point of visibility at times it’s here for one reason only: a close up of Murphy’s penis as he ejaculates onto the lens/over the audience. This sparks memories of Murphy’s passionate but destructive love affair with Elektra (Muyock) who vanished when Murphy confessed to having an affair with mutual friend Omi (Kristin), a tryst that resulted in a pregnancy and a loveless relationship. There’s a message on his phone from his ex’s mother, asking for help as she hasn’t heard from her daughter in two months. His lover slumbers beside him and a toddler moans from another room.
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While it’s hard to ascertain what is simulated and what’s not, Love’s opening scene doesn’t leave anything to the imagination and continues in that vein thereafter… in full blown 3D.Īn American in Paris, Murphy (Glusman) wakes one morning with a horrible hangover. Argentinian director Gaspar Noé has never backed away from tackling an awkward subject and here he attempts to address the lack of hardcore sex on the big screen.
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