Summoning all the themes and shamanistic visual flourishes from across his entire career, then dousing himself with gasoline, lighting the flame, and jumping off the tightrope into the glorious realm below, Zulawski achieves the most acceleratory thrill ride of his (or any) lifetime with L’Amour Braque. Loosely based on Dostoevsky’s “The Idiot," this speed-of-light gangster film finds a naive wanderer inadvertently sucked into a psyche-smashing vortex of drugs, ultraviolence (staged as if it were a Duran Duran video) and unending desire for Sophie Marceau’s blood-drenched femme fatale. Bursting with hyper-dialogue made purposely mischievous for even its original French audiences to navigate, this is the picture that Zulawski himself has called “epileptic”, yet it contains one of the most rigorously composed universes the director has ever unveiled — making it a true original amongst a landmark filmography already filled to overflowing with impossibly cool brain candy.