That philosophical freedom is what gives his earlier films value, and the lack of it is what makes Love, with its adherence to worn-out binaries, a disappointment.

It's bold, fleshy and audacious, at least in theory. But it is also numb.

After a slow start Noé's self-referential soap proves more-ish.

Noé's erotic drama features some physical commitment from Karl Glusman and Aomi Muyock, but its superficial narrative about sexual desire and self-destructive love simply lacks impact. [Full review in Spanish]