Before he begins his night of hard partying, teenage Romain swings by his dealer’s and guinea pig’s a new drug for him. His night is sidetracked when he comes across a distressed young woman seemingly making a getaway… and things spiral swiftly out of control. But is it a nasty trip or something far more chaotic? We may get the answer pretty quick but I’m not gonna tell you anyways, just watch this beast. A brief chance to take a breath opens the show but after the relative calmness of some drug consumption and small talk, well, you don’t get much of a chance to breathe. Claustrophobic camerawork, a pulsing score and some horrific visuals (give me all the eyeshine) bring it all home. It’s wild and I hope I’m not giving too much away. More impressive when you consider it’s all one continuous take (well, as close as you can get at least. Imma take the director’s word for it) and even if there’s an air of familiarity to it, it helps to tighten the tension… that ticking bomb under the table that Hitchcock loved so much is in full effect. I don’t know if it’s something in the wine but the French are fucking killing it with their genre output recently. One of my least favorite exporters of horror (I’m sorry, the New French Extremity annoyed the fuck out of me, ruining the good graces the country had earned with artsy trash decades earlier) has quickly become a favorite over the last couple of years (Deep Dark and Infested have my plaudits) and I’m excited for whatever else they may have in store.
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