[CRITIQUE] Full strip tease: our opinion on the cult show adapted for the big screen

Five Striptease at the cinema, show, cult for some, from Belgian television.

Five intimate snapshots of earthlings in the twenty-first century.

“The smell of gasoline” or the “very” exciting daily life of influencers residing in the no less “very” exciting Emirate of Dubai.

“Mirror my beautiful mirror”, the adventurous and Avignon odyssey of an actress presenting a “All alone on stage fifty-year-old show”.

“Zero waste” everyday ecology among bobos, does that inspire you?

“Family history” or the family and professional and paradoxical daily life of a very hypochondriac doctor.

And to finish in style “Bidoche” (a grueling report if ever there was one, and it’s a specialist in gore films who writes it for you).

Would this sequence alone sum up the editorial line of “Strip-tease”? A cold and detached autopsy of the World (of Belgium?) of today.

The hallmark of this series is the absence of point of view, but this is also its limit.

Because sometimes (often?) the mocking camera is clever and always seems to place itself above its subject, locking the viewer into the position of an amused (sniggering?) voyeur.

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