Netflix giving Noah Centipenis a career was an act of terrorism.
“Always alone. Alone and blue. I’ve got no one to share my troubles to. No one to care. To call my own. Seems I must always be alone.”
A taboo in and of itself, Claire Denis’s High Life feels like something that is not supposed to be seen by human eyes. A film like a long lost space transmission that’s arrived on earth as a snuff film. Yet at the same time, it’s a complete distillation of what it means…