Exterminate all rational thought.
That is the conclusion I have come to.
Homes are for the living
Quite a departure from any Gaspar Noé film before it, which means it may prove divisive for those enamoured of the director's usual explosive style. I'd also be curious to know how it plays with a younger audience, who I imagine may find it harder to relate to the elderly couple at its centre unless they've had first hand experience of someone suffering with dementia. There seems to be a newfound maturity to Noé's work…
Maybe this had more of an impact in 1992. Because watching it now, some 30 years hence, I mostly found it to be a fucking slog. Not because it's shocking - though god knows it tries - but because it's a one trick pony with an absolute bellend of a ringmaster. Benoît Poelvoorde, plays Benoît, a serial killer, whose antics are filmed by a weak-willed documentary crew that quickly loses objectivity and start to help him in his 'work'. Incidentally,…
Darkly oblique, low key character study of a damaged mind. Philip is a puppeteer by profession, who is forced to return to his childhood home following his disgrace at his last paying gig. He terrified the kids with his puppet, a macabre arachnid creation with a blank head resembling his own. This is Possum, an alter ego which has haunted him since entering his life in childhood, preventing him from becoming a functioning adult.
Scored by a brooding collection of…
When your film begins with a cow being abducted by a cow skull helicopter made of farm implements, you know you're in for something a bit special.
To be honest with you, I find detailed plot synopses tedious at the best of times (for writer and reader alike), but it would be more redundant here than usual, given that the primary appeal of November isn't to the intellect, but to the senses. Sure, there are some discernible sub-plots concerning witchcraft,…