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YI JIAN’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
Steve McQueen has always been an odd director for me. Maybe it's due to the fact that the man has a knack for telling stories that are unusually hard to swallow. Slavery, hunger strike, and now sex addiction. My experience with McQueen so far has been more of learning a lesson than watching a film. "Watch this." he said. "You need to know this, as repulsive as it may be."
Alright, fine. I'll endure your damn thing. I'll watch Chiwetel Ejiofor struggle to stay alive with a rope around his neck. I'll watch Michael Fassbender transform into a human tree branch, or holding back his tears while receiving a blowjob from a male prostitute. Only because they look so god damn gorgeous. McQueen may be a teacher, but he's also a gifted artist. Long takes of conversations filmed in silence. Slow tracking shots. He hammers each frame into our skull. He wants us to remember every scene. And boy, once these images stick, good luck trying to shake them off.
Shame is no Hunger, but it's still another powerful and intriguing work by Steve McQueen. Be sure you watch it with your parents to spread the love.