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Call him a sadist, call him an enfant terrible, but Gaspar Noe has certainly done his homework.
They start off positive, friendly, and unified.
After landing a surprise No.
Hed rather luxuriate in fractiousness for its own sake, concentrating on the discord itself rather than itshoworwhy.
No one is safe.
Which, at this point, everyone is and then some.
The walls are closing in.
may have a gallows chuckle.
The nights festivities end at the only just ending point, with Giorgio Moroder.
Theyre lost, both in their own brains and in the music.
The spirit of unease, of hunger, of wantonness has not and cannot be fully extinguished.
The French flag billowing over the main chambers wall like a tapestry turns into a bitterly ironic symbol.
The only common ground the characters can find is on the dance floor.
