Gaspar Noé’s long-threatened X-rated art film arrives a little tepid.
“Delivers the sort of power and pleasure you’d expect from the ‘loudest band on Earth.'”
Lesson learned: No squatting in tight leather pants unless you’re wearing underwear.
When you gaze long into the Tatum, the Tatum also gazes back.
If the semen-gesturing font doesn’t give it away, then…
Christian Grey isn’t the only one with dirty secrets.
A bracing product of 21st century nostalgia full of jarring, melodic twists and garishly sexual lyrics.
Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. Lots of rock ‘n’ roll.