The Violence of Decadence in Nocturama
by Andreas Petrossiants
If Bertrand Bonello’s Saint Laurent (2014) is a bourgeois wet dream drowned in champagne, acid tabs, and couture, then his latest, Nocturama, is instead a metropolitan nightmare, populated by (militant) millennials to the tune of sub-bass electronic music and Chief Keef. His displacement of the “real” in both films — the life of a tortured celebrity/mythical figure in the former, and the tragically familiar coordinated violence of our present moment in the latter — are composed in a similar aesthetic: sexy, elegant, and meticulously choreographed.
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