
2017 · Robin Campillo
How BPM (Beats per Minute) has been received, argued over, and remembered.
It stormed Cannes 2017 — Grand Prix, standing ovations, jury president Pedro Almodóvar openly moved — then France's Oscar hopes died when the Academy left it off the foreign-film shortlist, a snub still cited as one of the decade's worst. Since then it's only climbed: now a fixture of modern queer-canon lists.
The evergreen cinephile grievance: BPM should have beaten The Square to the Palme d'Or — the 'robbed at Cannes' debate resurfaces every festival season.
Its strobing club scenes — dust motes dissolving into the bloodstream, Arnaud Rebotini's pounding house score and that 'Smalltown Boy' rework — are endlessly screencapped, and the die-in protests made it the defining film of ACT UP's screen legacy alongside How to Survive a Plague.
A Letterboxd-beloved modern classic and a near-automatic entry on any 'essential queer cinema' list — the rare 2010s festival winner whose stock keeps rising.