Real sex as a carrot? This film is full of real nasty violence for no reason whatsoever. The challenge of a narrative without rhyme or reason does seem appealing, but unfortunately just feels repugnent. Does not hit me in any posative level and it certainly cannot be regarded as art.
This film is short (only just over an hour), very sexually explicit and also violent. The English title is not an accurate translation of the original French, which designates much more accurately what this film is about in psychological and sociological terms.
The story is simple, and shows the last few days of two young women doing unto men (and a few women) what has been done to the two women for all of their lives. The film gains by focussing relentlessly on the women and not what might be happening to catch them. Depending on their mindset, audiences are likely to be either horrified - or exhilarated.
Baise-Moi is, frankly, dreadful. Years ago, I had a flatmate who was obsessed with it—I’ve never understood why. Even setting aside the sex and violence, what remains is a shoddy mess: it looks and sounds like an early 2000s daytime soap, complete with a dreadful soundtrack and incidental music and performances that barely convince. The direction is apathetic at best. Cinema Paradiso’s copy is an old DVD still bearing the BBFC’s cuts, not the restored Arrow Edition so perhaps the visuals suffered there—but even Arrow’s restoration can’t polish this particular turd. Yes, the sexual violence still shocks, mainly due to how casually it’s presented. But in the near quarter-century since its release, the film’s once-infamous brutality has been easily surpassed—leaving Baise-Moi exposed as little more than a provocateur with nothing to say. It appears the only reason this film exists is to annoy and piss off the censors—it’s neither exciting, titillating, nor remotely captivating.