Murphy (Karl Glusman) wakes up on New Year’s Day to a screaming child and a wicked come down. While his partner Omi (Klara Kristin) takes care of their child, Murphy reflects back over his relationship with the charismatic Electra (Ayomi Muyock), and how he came to find himself in a relationship with Omi; a relationship he is deeply unhappy in.
Love is a film that has been talked about a lot since its debut at the Cannes Film Festival earlier this year; the Midnight Screening of the film in the South of France led to brawls between those assembled to see the film, and it is the first 3D pornographic film to screen at the festival. There has also been debate over the world ‘pornographic’, since by nature, porn is intended to illicit sexual excitement, and to be fair, there is very little exciting about Gaspar Noé’s film.
The film’s cast is primarily made up of non-actors – Glusman being a notable exception – and this shows. Although it appears that the actors are comfortable with one another, none of the performances are particularly engaging. Noé’s treatment for the film was just seven pages long, and this shows in the dialogue, which often feels faked with dialogues and scenes allowed to go on too long.
Speaking of story, there is none to speak of. Instead the audience is taken through 133 minutes of sexual encounters in 3D that have little to do with anything. There is the idea that these are supposed to show the love between the characters, but since these are mainly unlikeable characters who treat each other abominably, the film seems to be more about sex and destruction, than actual love. There is the germ of a story at the heart of the film, but this is never capitalised on.
As director, Noé seems to have approached the film like a teenage boy; with the aim showing as many breasts and penises as possible. The intimate scenes take up much of the movie and are less titillating than uninteresting; with ejaculate flying at the screen in 3D, the film feels puerile and utterly self indulgent, with at least two characters named after the director.
In all, Love is a self indulgent, immature and almost sniggering look at what people do in the privacy of their own homes. There is hardly any story to speak of, and the many many many sex scenes become repetitive and dull, and do nothing to add to the story. At 133 minutes, Love is interminably long and, like bad sex in real life, leaves the audience wishing it would just end so they can go home.