Synopsis: Winter 1996: a French dance troupe wraps their final rehearsal before leaving to tour the US. What starts as a perfectly normal afterparty devolves into the worst lock-in of all time when the acid-laced sangria kicks in.
CWs: a lot – please look this one up yourself if the most prominent stuff here makes you hesitate: offscreen death of a child/shown corpse; offscreen SA/incest; frank discussions about SA-related desires; self-harm including attempts to induce miscarriage

This is one of Stygian’s favorites of the past 10 if not 20 years for a variety of reasons ranging from its love-letter-to-club-culture soundtrack, enthralling vogueing/krumping sequences, a 42-minute long long shot, and a relatively experimental/unscripted approach to filming. AT THE SAME TIME, it’s pretty challenging not just for the sheer extremity of the actions characters take, but for its incredibly grey-area, potentially problematic reflection of racial tensions, homophobia, and misogyny in 2010s France – even in its more “underground” cultures. In that regard, it could be seen as a reflection of club culture in the United States almost a decade later, where concerns about ICE, transphobia, and Israeli funding of highly commercialized venues/showcases seem to surprise us around every corner. 
Aaanyway. Grab a drink. Settle in (well… buckle up). Climax.