Irish Film Institute -Baise-moi


Even the opening credits are terrifying: a collar of metal spikes and the face of a woman, mid-fuck, leering and grinning at the camera. Cut to confusion and the shit lives of two seemingly unconnected women: hassle, aggression, no money, sex, drugs, violence, gang-rape. Each flips, one murdering her arsehole of a brother, the other her nagging cow of a flatmate. Then, finally, a narrative takes hold; leaving town, Nadine (Karen Bach) and Manu (Raffaela Anderson) meet for the first time and set off on a sex-and-killing spree.
Virginie Despentes and Coralie Trinh Thi’s blistering digital film, adapted from the former’s novel, is less a rape-revenge movie than an expression of free-falling anger against everything in the world as it’s currently configured. It’s also as unpredictable as true anger. Any man who makes a demand, says the wrong thing or assumes something, gets wastedÑor he doesn’t. Women die at random. Bleeding-heart liberals-first in the firing line, you might think-are spared.
There’s rage against cinema here, too. Set to an aggressive score, sex is not only unsimulated but dispenses with the artifice of moaning and groaning, and later viciously satirised. And ‘Where are the witty lines?’ the protagonists ask, indifferently. Analyse at your peril. Visceral, fearless, rough around the edges and luridly beautiful, this fabulous two-fingers of a film bypasses the brain and kicks right in the stomach. Susan Sharpe/Time Out.
France, 2000. English subtitles. Colour. Dolby stereo SR. 75 mins.

Please note that this film contains scenes that some viewers will find shocking and disturbing.

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