L'amour au temps de la guerre civile

This film mercilessly delivers an authentic depiction of a particular brand of hysteria, a day in day out procession of drug addicted, sex obsessed behaviors. One is confronted with a reality that is very rarely perceived with such shocking plausibility. Before viewing, I had no idea that life could deploy in such a manner. This film opens a door to a subculture terrifying to discover .. this is what really goes on. Hard to witness. Many would rather not know; if only this door had never been opened.

Aimless, slow and dreadful film without any discernable plot. Absolutely nothing interesting here. It felt like the same 10-minute meaningless short was being played over and over and over. And after two hours of this nonsense, you're left with NO ENDING!!

I saw this movie about a week ago and it kind of stuck with me. Anyone who has spent time with junkies and crackheads know the furtive endless cycle of obliteration that makes up their lives. But that didn't really matter with this film. I didn't feel like their lives were shameful and I didn't waste any time hoping anyone would get better. What struck me is that there was no judgment at all about the characters or what they were doing. The camera simply followed them around, usually in a very close claustrophobic manner that added a weird edge to each scene. It was usually impossible to figure out what the interior rooms were like, as though everything took place in a couple of corners or against a wall. A lot of the initial scenes took place in a car which conveyed a strong feeling of having no escape or being lost. The sex was unexciting and the drugs were constant. It was almost like watching animals in the wild, tracking their movements and behavior. Really a beautiful film unless you have strong opinions about gays or drug addicts, in which case you might want to watch something else.

In ancient Greek tragedy the term "catharsis" was used to describe the relief and purification of the spectator, while he experienced and identified with the emotions of the tragic hero on the stage, and identification - according to Aristotle - was supposed to have a healing effect on the emotions of the spectator.

This is exactly my own experience after waching this dark and depressing film, and after being in this hell on earth for 2 hours. It's almost unbearable to watch, but somehow you get a sense of relief.

Most of the scenes are shot in the bleak and wintry streets of Montreal, where the camera is following the protagonist Alex and his fellow addicts in their endless pursuit for new sex clients and drug dealers - or in dark claustrofobic rooms where they minutely prepare the next fix to get a moment's escape from the harsh realities of life. Having sex is another way to escape, but it has become transactional, and all the sex scenes are rough and mechanical, void of tenderness and affection.

Maybe I am being overly optimistic, but I sense a tiny spark of hope in the final scene. Once again the camera is following Alex in his endless pursuit of a fix, but the streets are not empty, they are filled with people, the snow has almost vanished and it is not twilight, but broad daylight.

Here is a truly interesting story about struggles of addiction and finding ways to support drug habits. What a disaster the cinematography was! Whoever's decision it was to film the majority of this film in the dark did a terrible disservice to the movies plot/message and to the viewer. If this is what the director has to offer he/she should give up film making. Most of the time I was so busy trying to figure out the setting that I was distracted from the story.