Just to complete our previous post 

Drug addiction, mental disorders, we ‘ve seen it all. But how do you show sex addiction in movies without making it look cheesy? That’s the tricky part and McQueen should be applauded for achieving this. We get in into Brandon’s world. We catch a glimpse of his soul through music; a small procession of LPs dresses a plain living room unit where Glenn Gloud variations pour from a turntable, cocooning Brandon in a thin film of precious tranquility. It’s these same abstract notes that accompany Shame‘s most elegant crafted sequence – a single tracking shot of Brandon jogging at night that is both audacious and hypnotic in its execution.

We meet Brandon somewhere in the middle of his journey and we leave him without a clear sense of its end.

McQueen has made a bold and accomplished film but, aside from a fearless lead performance, Shame’s price assets, like those call girls Brandon solicits, are superficial. It’s not our favorite movie. Maybe the trailer was SO good that our expectations were VERY high. But Michael Fassbender is at his most forceful, the sound on the background works perfectly good and the filming plus choice of colors are very well done.

All from Little White Lies issue 39