Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Irreversible in the membrane, yet again.....

Just watched Gaspar Noe's Irreversible again. Fourth time, maybe the fifth. I now feel totally confident in saying that the movie's some kind of perverse, tragic, mean-spirited masterpiece. Subversive, inventive, scathing genius. Part of me wishes I could watch it for the first time again, knowing very little and expecting middle-ground product. Shit closelines your senses and challenges you to keep looking, and in the end conjurs some real emotion. Whether you're in love with its twisted vision of everyday evil, or appalled by the unflinching moments of savagery.

Whatever your end-game feeling is, it'll surely be extreme, scout-for-two-weeks-in-the-4th-grade's honor (if you've yet to see it...if you haven't and know me on a "let's get together" level, let me know, a DVD night is a must).

At the moment, the sequence I can't shake off my brain comes in the beginning, during the frantic hunt for La Tenia in the Rectum nightclub. It's as if the cameraman is riding a tilt-a-whirl for a good ten minutes straight, weaving and swooping from private room to red-lit nook and cranny, catching some uncomfortable bits of sexual mayhem. What sells the whole nauseating-but-riveting thing, though, for me, is the dizzying, hypnotizing music, scored by Daft Punk's Thomas Bangalter.

Not sure how much justice is done for this specific soundtrack without the scene itself, but hopefully this Youtube audio file entices you enough to make you seek out the film itself. In a "this composition's so bugged, I can only imagine how wild the real movie is; I shall investigate.'"



I've had this playing on repeat for a good 15 minutes now, and I'm unsure when the Stop option will be worked out. Needless to say, my mind's mush, as a result. Seriously. You could probably hurl a baseball at my forehead right now and I'd feel nathan.

Maybe I should watch The Hills now. Probably would finally "get" it. Kill some more braincells, in the process. Audrina's sexy-but-vapid ass would sound like Socrates, though Spencer the King of Douches wouldn't improve. Not in the slightest. Slime is incapable of metamorphosis.

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