Film

Climax

Name: Climax
Genre: Drama, Horror, Music
Released: 2018
Cast: Sofia Boutella, Romain Guillermic, Souheila Yacoub, Kiddy Smile, Claude-Emmanuelle Gajan-Maull

Gaspar Noé's fever-dream horror-musical: a French dance troupe's jubilant rehearsal curdles into chaos after someone spikes the sangria with LSD. Shot in long, vertigo-inducing takes that spin and drop without warning, it's less concerned with plot than with the sensation of watching order dissolve into strobing lights and screaming bodies. Visceral, kinetic, deliberately punishing — cinema as physical assault, not comfort.

TMDb rating

7.0

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