Gaspar Noé's Climax traps you in a dance troupe's party as it curdles into psychedelic horror. The sangria flows, the disco pounds, and then someone spikes the punch. What follows is 95 minutes of beautiful, brutal chaos: bodies writhing under red lights, paranoia spreading like infection, and a green-lit corridor you'll never unsee. Not for the faint of heart, but absolutely unforgettable.