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Irréversible
 

Irreversible, starring Vincent Cassel and Monica Bellucci (it’s a busy week for the Italian bombshell, also starring in Tears of the Sun), is such a ferociously unpleasant experience that, as powerful as it is, I’m hesitant to recommend it without first issuing a slew of disclaimers. It features two sequences—an attack in which a man is literally beaten to a pulp and a brutal rape scene—that are almost impossible to watch. Though many have made the charge, I don’t think anyone can rightly accuse Gaspar Noé, the film’s director, writer, editor, and cinematographer, of using sex or violence as titillation. He shoots his sequences in long, unbroken takes, and the unblinking horror that results is, I think, the opposite of exploitation. There has been so much lurid bloodletting in the movies that you might think nothing could faze us anymore. Think again.

Noé isn’t really investigating the nature of violence; he’s just placing it before us in a way that is more sadistically charged than anything we’ve become accustomed to. The value in this, if indeed there is value, is that Noé forces the audience to examine its responses to what is real and what isn’t. Watching the film makes you feel trapped and crazed—much the way you might feel if all this were actually happening before your eyes. He reclaims the power of cinema to astonish, but in the most hellish of terms.

The difference between Noé’s film and, say, Pulp Fiction is that Tarantino plays around with mayhem with a movie maven’s brio and shuffles time schemes because he likes puzzles. Noé, on the contrary, is deadly serious about the mayhem he inflicts on us, and his time-juggling is philosophically purposeful: The film's story, in which the two lovers snuggle and screw and argue before moving on to a rock-the-house party that Bellucci fatefully leaves alone, unwinds in reverse—an especially horrific ploy because we know what will happen. We begin in horror and end in tenderness. . (1 hr. 30 mins.; R) —PETER RAINER


Opens March 7
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