
2017 · Robin Campillo
For when you want to feel part of something — a film about fighting for your life that leaves you more awake than when you sat down. Bring your full attention and maybe tissues; it's a challenge that repays every minute.
Paris, early 1990s: the weekly meetings of ACT UP, where young HIV-positive activists argue brilliantly — finger-snaps for applause, parliamentary procedure at the pitch of survival — about how to force a government and the pharmaceutical industry to care whether they live. The film follows the group's direct actions, its debates, and a love story growing inside the movement. Director Robin Campillo was an ACT UP member in those years, and it shows.
Electric and alive — the meetings crackle like the best ensemble scenes you've seen, and the film moves from debate to demonstration to nightclub in one continuous pulse. It's angry, sexy, funny, and finally devastating, in that order.
Nahuel Pérez Biscayart is the film's live wire — mouthy, magnetic, and heartbreaking — in a performance that made his name.
Campillo, a career editor before he was a director, builds the film like one: debates dissolve into demonstrations, demonstrations into strobe-lit dancing, and dust motes in club light become something else entirely in one astonishing transition. The sound and rhythm are the point — good speakers and no distractions.
Winner of the Grand Prix at Cannes 2017 — where many felt it deserved the Palme — it stands as the definitive screen memoir of ACT UP and a rallying point for cinema about collective political action.
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Paris in the early nineties, and the weekly meetings of ACT UP are cinema in themselves: parliamentary procedure conducted at the pitch of survival, finger-snaps for applause, dying young people arguing brilliantly about how to make a government care. Robin Campillo was there — a member of ACT UP Paris in those years — and his film has the double authority of memoir and history, honoring the movement's rage without embalming it. Best known before this as Laurent Cantet's editor and screenwriter (he wrote the Palme-winning The Class), Campillo builds the film like an editor: debate dissolves into demonstration, demonstration into nightclub, until dust motes swirling in strobe light become, in one astonishing transition, something else entirely. It won the Grand Prix at Cannes in 2017, where many felt it deserved the Palme outright. What lingers is its insistence that activism and desire are the same energy — that the meeting room, the street, and the bedroom form a single continuous space where life is fought for.
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