In truth it’s more of a concert film minus the people, it would be tough to call it a visual album in the vein of Lemonade or Bash Brothers (watch Bash Brothers on Netflix by the way) because it’s not tied to a single album, but instead a selection of favorites from years past. He must of climbed down and sat down among the common people.As for the movie itself – calling it a space opera might be more on the generous side, since that typically requires some form of narrative, which this film lacks entirely. And that's the first time I see a cross in a church without Jesus front and centre on there, suffering. Right off the highway, for a breather and petrol, before driving in town to the theatre. And right behind the altar was the cross, and Jesus wasn't on there. I thought I was walking in for a tourist visit, but instead, I stumbled on a mass a mere minute from starting. 💗 On a side note, I surreptitiously ended up going to mass prior to this concert actually, by accident, at this church called Notre-Dame-du-Cap, near Quebec City earlier this afternoon. I seemed to be the only one in the theatre bopping my head every which way, and it took much strength not to belt out singing during Love S.O.S. But make no bones about it: Iris is a mystical masterpiece. These reviews I've read here are technical, or middling, like most reviews. Everything oozes with meaning, and that is the best kind of art. I'll leave it to you to figure out why, but this film certainly proves exactly that. They put Daft Punk to shame, that's for sure, because Justice is much less vapid.
This is outright mastery here, and I can't wait to see what they come out with next. The tunes are at their tightest, let it be known, and I should know given their albums are gospel to me (like, literally). There is meaning here, ladies and gentlemen, and it flows deep. Listen to Gaspard in the documentary, the one who's got the shades on and is only too glad to let the other hipster spin yarn after yarn since he can't get enough of his voice, the poor fellow. As far as I'm concerned, these boys are absolute artists, let alone geniuses. The colours, the cross, the reflections what this film is is truly an experience if you're on board with art and spirituality, or, if you're at all curious about the universe.
This is art that's symbolic and evokes a response from you that I can only describe as soul-galvanizing. I mean, did you FEEL the magnitude of such a light show? Did you even try to contemplate it? Do you know what that means? Did you see how the cosmic imagery is part of the art? You're supposed to take it in as art, but not any kind of art. Or feeling! Gaspard and Xavier have prepared for you something to be contemplated, like Gaspard noted in the opening documentary. These reviewers aren't seeing what I am seeing.
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