**✮ Lights, Camera, Action! ✮**
The images I saw today will be in my mind now and forever.

I think Antoine D’Agata’s lens is glorious; it doesn’t judge but doesn’t romanticize; it’s raw, aggressive, but human. It doesn’t sexualize, but it shows you sexuality.

D’Agata’s aesthetic is frank; there’s no voyeurism in his images. The film allows us to reflect on what we see and feel, on bodies and words that dissolve and imprint themselves on our minds between the thin line of pleasure and pain.
White Noise is a journey into the darkness of the night, dealing with strange and nocturnal sexual encounters. It is a monumental film that takes us into the hidden world of sex work, from all over the world, such as Cambodia, Norway, Ukraine, the United States, etc.

Constructed through several monologues, this film narrates the thoughts of these women under the influence of sex or narcotics, people who seem abandoned by the world and always on the thin line between life and death.

It is a tremendous portrait of violence, the violence that doesn't come to light, that not many know about, that remains hidden and is more worrying than we think, which is survival through crime, drug addiction, sexual excesses, a world that seems impossible to escape, whose victims need help.

I found the use of editing fascinating. The blend of some of my favorite images in film history with that narrative that left my skin cold makes White Noise a tremendous experience, one that immerses itself in your being, like heroin injecting itself into the veins of those poor souls crying out for help.

**✮ Beyond the fiction ✮**

**✮ Lights, Camera, Action! ✮**
The images I saw today will be in my mind now and forever.

I think Antoine D’Agata’s lens is glorious; it doesn’t judge but doesn’t romanticize; it’s raw, aggressive, but human. It doesn’t sexualize, but it shows you sexuality.

D’Agata’s aesthetic is frank; there’s no voyeurism in his images. The film allows us to reflect on what we see and feel, on bodies and words that dissolve and imprint themselves on our minds between the thin line of pleasure and pain.
White Noise is a journey into the darkness of the night, dealing with strange and nocturnal sexual encounters. It is a monumental film that takes us into the hidden world of sex work, from all over the world, such as Cambodia, Norway, Ukraine, the United States, etc.

Constructed through several monologues, this film narrates the thoughts of these women under the influence of sex or narcotics, people who seem abandoned by the world and always on the thin line between life and death.

It is a tremendous portrait of violence, the violence that doesn't come to light, that not many know about, that remains hidden and is more worrying than we think, which is survival through crime, drug addiction, sexual excesses, a world that seems impossible to escape, whose victims need help.

I found the use of editing fascinating. The blend of some of my favorite images in film history with that narrative that left my skin cold makes White Noise a tremendous experience, one that immerses itself in your being, like heroin injecting itself into the veins of those poor souls crying out for help.

**✮ Beyond the fiction ✮**

A White Noise 2019 is one of the most unfiltered, savage, cruel films ever made. Simply, i'm not going to act like I understood it fully, I doubt anyone could. But what fascinates me is that you could show this to anyone, a child or a death person maybe. and they will feel the same anguish and terror that was birthed from this film. It just shows how intense and manic the cinematography is, the so called narrative is consumed whole by the image, an image so strong and unwavering it becomes its own incarnate. My mind is stained with blood and suffering, a film so intimate and raw it becomes impossible to forget. the suffocating use of vignette and the close up shots of false pleasure leave you no room to escape from the discomfort. No distractions, just extreme, mind numbing, phenomenological dialogue met with long spanning scenes of "intimacy" if its even considered intimacy it is definitely at its shallowest, as it evoked nothing nor gave me the idea that they were experiencing pleasure. an extreme juxtaposition considering the fact that when i think of intimacy i think love, like many, but absolutely zero love was displayed there, nada. Of course i was aware of prostitution and drug abuse prior to watching this, but this felt like something completely new. What i thought was my understanding of the matter was false, reflecting my lack of experience and relation i have to the actions shown (thankfully). Whilst White noise made me confront myself and gave me fear of participating in that cruelty, it also made me feel selfish, cant explain why, it must be my sympathy for the broken souls, every time thinking about them reminding me of how tragic their lives are. Even though I did not "cry like a bitch" I could feel the extreme ambience trying to destroy the structure of my emotions that were tucked in the back of my brain. Between that there was a gateway of nothingness, a void of emotion is what I felt most of the time sometimes being synthesised with impulses of distress. On the note of Antoine d'Agata, I have nothing to say about the madman, how he could reflect such prominent emotions from a lense is a mystery to me, a genius at work no doubt. I will have to look into the man..

A White Noise 2019 is one of the most unfiltered, savage, cruel films ever made. Simply, i'm not going to act like I understood it fully, I doubt anyone could. But what fascinates me is that you could show this to anyone, a child or a death person maybe. and they will feel the same anguish and terror that was birthed from this film. It just shows how intense and manic the cinematography is, the so called narrative is consumed whole by the image, an image so strong and unwavering it becomes its own incarnate. My mind is stained with blood and suffering, a film so intimate and raw it becomes impossible to forget. the suffocating use of vignette and the close up shots of false pleasure leave you no room to escape from the discomfort. No distractions, just extreme, mind numbing, phenomenological dialogue met with long spanning scenes of "intimacy" if its even considered intimacy it is definitely at its shallowest, as it evoked nothing nor gave me the idea that they were experiencing pleasure. an extreme juxtaposition considering the fact that when i think of intimacy i think love, like many, but absolutely zero love was displayed there, nada. Of course i was aware of prostitution and drug abuse prior to watching this, but this felt like something completely new. What i thought was my understanding of the matter was false, reflecting my lack of experience and relation i have to the actions shown (thankfully). Whilst White noise made me confront myself and gave me fear of participating in that cruelty, it also made me feel selfish, cant explain why, it must be my sympathy for the broken souls, every time thinking about them reminding me of how tragic their lives are. Even though I did not "cry like a bitch" I could feel the extreme ambience trying to destroy the structure of my emotions that were tucked in the back of my brain. Between that there was a gateway of nothingness, a void of emotion is what I felt most of the time sometimes being synthesised with impulses of distress. On the note of Antoine d'Agata, I have nothing to say about the madman, how he could reflect such prominent emotions from a lense is a mystery to me, a genius at work no doubt. I will have to look into the man..

Grotesque = sadness at peak.

Grotesque = sadness at peak.

A four-hour autopsy of the global soul. I feel like I’ve been staring at the sun for too long. Absolute sensory overload.

A four-hour autopsy of the global soul. I feel like I’ve been staring at the sun for too long. Absolute sensory overload.

A four-hour autopsy of the global soul. I feel like I’ve been staring at the sun for too long. Absolute sensory overload.

A four-hour autopsy of the global soul. I feel like I’ve been staring at the sun for too long. Absolute sensory overload.