Trepidation is not the ideal frame of mind in which to approach a film, but after I Stand Alone and Irreversible, the French enfant terrible Gaspar Noé merits nothing less and nothing else, this time offering up a spoken synopsis of The Tibetan Book of the Dead during the descent …
In form a thriller, this feels more like an endurance test: so far-fetched, so encoded, so self-indulgent, it’s not apt to stir much curiosity or hope of satisfaction. Yet even though the course of action — from Madrid to Seville to the Spanish hinterland, in the company of a stone-faced, …