I became infatuated with Gaspar Noe's distinct approach to cinematic storytelling a number of years ago when my brother and I first experienced his visual masterpiece, Enter the Void. I have since re-watched the 2009 film countless times, reveling in its stunning photography and loosely defined, yet equally engrossing story.
Nathaniel Brown in Enter the Void
I was initially skeptical as I began viewing Noe's most recent directorial piece, Love. I had cultivated such high expectations for him over the last few years, as a true visionary in the field of cinema, one whom, may not even be able to out-do himself. It wasn't until about half-way through the film that I realized he had, indeed, out-done himself and that I had stumbled upon the best movie of 2015, and quite honestly, of the past couple of years.
Karl Glusman and Aomi Muyok in Love
I have read reviews from some crack-pot critics who claim Love didn't have a very substantial story and consisted only of one break up after another. Some other crack-pots suggest that Noe's sole intention was to shock the audience with graphic depictions of sex. What I would say to these critics is: "Okay, so you didn't understand the plot, nor could get you get past the sex. That's fine. But your analysis of Noe's creative purpose and of his story-telling ability is complete shit."
Enter the Void was almost like an experiment in cinematography techniques. He perfected those and was then able to add a deeply personal and moving story to the mix, creating Love, which I view as a sequel to his previous film. The story and characters have nothing to do with Enter the Void, but it feels like a continuation of the journey into the soul of humanity that he had begun in 2009. His work continually poses the question of what makes us human. And Love's response is, well, love.
Karl Glusman and Aomi Muyok in Love
The story's male protagonist, Murphy, portrayed by Karl Glusman, is an inspiring filmmaker who finds himself consumed by both sexual and romantic desires. He is said to represent a young Gaspar Noe himself, and verbalizes his fascination with filming not just the act of sex, but rather, sex that is inspired by love. He hopes to capture that human phenomenon on camera. Clearly, Noe, shares a similar fascination with his character.
Murphy's plight is an easy one to relate to. Much too often do we allow ourselves to push our aspirations aside to take pleasure in something much more tangible and readily available. I have found myself at times, talking the talk, but not walking the walk, so to speak, resulting in internal frustration. Murphy talks up a storm about making films, but we never actually see him making any, other than the home movies he films of the girl he is hopelessly in love with, the aspiring young artist, Electra. As the audience, we have the priveledge of witnessing both the incarnation of an all consuming love and its swift and brutal destruction, resulting in eerily obsessive behavior. Not everyone wants to take this sort of journey while watching a movie, but as someone who craves the feeling of catharsis, I love these sorts of stories.
Karl Glusman, Aomi Muyok, and Klara Kristin in Love
There is so much to be said about Love, that this review could quickly become a very long, rambling ode to nothing in particular. For the sake of staying on topic, I will leave you with this closing thought: Love is a beautiful piece of work and has made its way to my official list of the best films ever made. Like all movies, it's not for everyone, and I don't make a habit of recommending movies to anyone unless I know they have a similar taste, but it has made a lasting impression on me and I find that to be worth sharing.