In the early morning of last night, under the blessing of incandescent lamps, I watched the film "Climax" directed by Gaspar Noé. Its destructiveness has made me palpitations. From then on, I dare not look down upon the word hell. We often use this word, and its serious Sex has been underestimated. A group of extremely good human dancers collapsed under the mixture of alcohol and drugs, and the sacred realm we have been striving to reach instantly collapsed.
In an interview, Gaspar said that this film is actually about "alcohol", not "drugs." Strong alcohol mixed with drugs will produce ten times, more than a hundred times the strong effect. I will tell every addict around me, never drink alcohol when you are older (except beer).
The film itself begins with a great masterpiece of human collaboration. Excellent choreography, strong expressive power and skills of the dancers. David is a dancer I like very much. The dancer from Congo gives a strong visual conflict, and the style of Krump and Wacking is even more vivid. I thought, what a great choreographer this is. During the celebration, everyone drank fruit wine. The Berlin girls put a huge amount of psychedelic drugs in the fruit wine. Some people went to heaven, and most people were in hell.
I enter the ballroom again, it's hell. I have never reached hell, but I have seen hell here. We humans, this collective community, began to rout, and began to be scattered into pieces and lost, and they grabbed their favorite piece and became their whole.
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