I finally saw Irreversible.
In regards to Brett Todd’s post re: The Sopranos, I agree with Stefan and say that there is no comparison. The opening sequence of Irreversible (discounting the prologue) is possibly the most exhausting and disorienting assault on the senses ever committed to film. It is relentlessly manipulative and unpleasant. At first, it’s just annoying. Then the two-tone* soundtrack kicks in and the camera becomes more chaotic. By the time extinguisher first cracks head, Noe has basically worked the viewer into the same state as Pierre and Marcus. This is, for me, what separates the fire extinguisher scene from seeing real violence, the Bud Dwyer suicide someone mentioned above. In Irreversible, you not only have to watch a very realistic act of violence, but you must do so in an already-agitated state. Of course, I am not comparing the two. Only stating that when presented with real acts of horror, whether legitimately real or Faces of Death “real,” you see them without context. And, for better or for worse, Noe has created an effective context for the brutal act that ends the story.
What’s interesting to me is that the rape scene is completely devoid of such manipulations, which shows, if nothing else, that Noe is an astute filmmaker when it comes to violent images. Irreversible has the two most disturbing scenes I have ever seen and, from a technical standpoint, they couldn’t be more different. The rape scene is unwatchable. I don’t mean this figuratively: I could not bring myself to watch the majority of it, and had my hands pressed tightly over my face so that I could only hear gutteral French punctuated by the sharp sounds of seats springing up around me as people left. However disturbing, I think that the scene is notable for erradicating Hollywood’s typical notion that rape is just Xtreme Sex. The rape in Irreversible is not a sex scene; it is not a predatory fantasy. Rather, it is an act of horrifying violence, presently bluntly. For some reason, the image that most affected me during this scene was that of the blurry pedestrian who enters the underpass, sees what is happening, and then leaves.
Reviews I’ve read have made a big deal about the fact that the wrong man is killed, which seems like an inconsequential point. It would be more significant if Marcus did the killing. But more important than who they kill is who does the killing. Pierre who, as the film goes on, we learn is neurotically intellectual, who has spent the entire descent into The Rectum trying to convince Marcus to leave, to go to the hospital to see Alex. Marcus, who seems to be little more than a ball of animal emotions, rages through the club and then starts a fight and gets his arm broken. But Pierre is the one who, in the end, brutally murders someone, smashing his face over and over, long after the threat has been neutralized, and with a look of calm on his face. It seems to imply that the instigating factor for this act was not the rape, but the moment Alex said goodbye to Pierre at the party.
I liked the structure of the film. We cannot have any sympathy for the characters as they commit this act, and once the violence is all over, we are taken back through the night to understand why it happened - primarily a volatile mix of drugs and emotions. It is a clinical approach, but I thought it was effective. I felt sorry for those who left the film during the rape, because they missed the scene of Marcus and Alex getting ready for the party, which was sweet enough to act as a semi-effective decompressant, especially when he kisses her through the shower curtain. When it was over, though, I couldn’t help but question the point of the film. There seemed to be no universal theme, only an analysis of a night which ruined four fictional people’s lives. And I questioned the last scene, in which Alex sits in a park watching children play, because she looked pregnant. Perhaps it was meant to be a dream preceding the Marcus/Alex scene, but it confused me.
I am glad I saw Irreversible, if only because it let me know that I am not desensitized to violence. But I really hope that Noe doesn’t try to top himself. He should pull a Graham Greene and make an “entertainment” next; he has a great talent, but after Irreversible and I Stand Alone, he’s running the risk of becoming the French Todd Solondz.
*To clarify: The soundtrack is simply two rumbling tones repeated over and over; it was not made up of Two-Tone artists. Watching someone have their head obliterated to the skanking sounds of “A Message to You, Rudy” would have, I think, created a very different effect.