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Boarding Gate

un film de Olivier Assayas

Bordering (and then some) on that perverse late night thrill one gets from watching the usual sleaze-mongering going on over at "Skin"amax, the latest film from post-post modernist auteur Olivier Assayas, the very neo-purveyor of techno-porn think pieces like demonlover and slut-winked cinema bon mots like Irma Vep (both much better than perhaps those descriptives allude to), is everything one would expect from such a filmmaker. Whether this is a good thing or bad is something else entirely. Assayas is surely a talented filmmaker but Boarding Gate, low-classist as it is, just cannot hold up to his past work.

One thing is for sure though. Asia Argento, hotsi-totsi of the cinematic moment and my quite masochistic personal pick for suicide-by-coitus (if one must die, there would surely be worse ways to go about it), takes this very possibly overwraught piece of future DVD bargain bin toss-away and slinks and slithers and snakes it into one hell of a ride. Granted it's a ride that really goes nowhere (I'm not even completely sure what the plot was) but watching the libidinously concupiscent Argento more-than-half-nakedly kiss kiss bang bang her way through this convoluted soft-core masturbatory skin-flick is worth the price of admission to this or any pleasure dome, low-classist or not. Plot? Who needs that when beast-master Argento is on all-fours in nothing but a bra, panties and a pair of black stilettoes holding a really really big gun.

Sex aside though, which is quite a difficult thing considering the trashy wanton sirenesque death knell of this salacious tramp-stamped Venus, Ms. Argento is quite the talented thespian and deserves better than what she gets here, and hopefully she will get that in the upcoming Catherine Breillat erotic period piece, The Last Mistress (due to hit US theatres at the finale of June) and/or her father Dario's quite anticipatory Italian schlock horror trilogy-ender Mother of Tears (due out sometime in July), if not in the eventual US release of Abel Ferarra's Cassavetian Go Go Tales (which played to wild abandon at last year's New York Film Festival and highlights Argento on stage with stripper pole and rottweiler). Until then, let's just enjoy what we get and leave it at that. By the way, if anyone has Ms. Argento's number... [04/07/08]

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