Regardless the various attempts at shock value (with scenes involving self-mutilation and abortion) seem downright desperate.

Just like Possession, this tale of stylized hysteria is an absolute scream.

In the latest goofy provocation from a director who never saw a space-dank dungeon or sunny bedroom-upon which he couldn't unleash a swirly-twirly camera, Noé puts a pansexual, multicultural dance troupe through its paces before sending them to hell.

If the descent into hell in Climax doesn’t have the emotive force that propelled both I Stand Alone and Irréversible, it is also because there’s less consistency of vision to this new film.