This is an absolute masterpiece. These reviewers aren't seeing what I am seeing. Or feeling! Gaspard and Xavier have prepared for you something to be contemplated, like Gaspard noted in the opening documentary. 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. This is art that's symbolic and evokes a response from you that I can only describe as soul-galvanizing. 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. I felt palpable wonder in the theatre. As far as I'm concerned, these boys are absolute artists, let alone geniuses. 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. There is meaning here, ladies and gentlemen, and it flows deep. The tunes are at their tightest, let it be known, and I should know given their albums are gospel to me (like, literally). I know all of their albums inside out. This is outright mastery here, and I can't wait to see what they come out with next. They put Daft Punk to shame, that's for sure, because Justice is much less vapid. I'll leave it to you to figure out why, but this film certainly proves exactly that. Everything oozes with meaning, and that is the best kind of art. These reviews I've read here are technical, or middling, like most reviews. But make no bones about it: Iris is a mystical masterpiece. 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. 💗
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 thought I was walking in for a tourist visit, but instead, I stumbled on a mass a mere minute from starting. And right behind the altar was the cross, and Jesus wasn't on there. It was this big white cross. That blew my mind. Just like in Iris. Right off the highway, for a breather and petrol, before driving in town to the theatre. And that's the first time I see a cross in a church without Jesus front and centre on there, suffering. He must of climbed down and sat down among the common people. 😁