Irréversible

“Irréversible” is the sort of film that has boundless care and craft and yet I struggle to think of who I could inflict this film upon. Its backwards narrative means it begins with fifty minutes of nightmarish violence and depravity, capped off with what might be the most distressing image ever put to celluloid, and the remaining forty minutes WOULD be comparatively calming if it weren’t dripping with dramatic irony; one’s joke about using a bottle as a weapon gets laughs from his friends and not the audience. A thorough horrorshow, though one that’s probably too extreme for most audiences.

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