Master provocateur Kim Ki-Duk did it again. A movie that made people vomit during its premiere at the Venice Film Festival, that divides its audience in lovers and haters and that will have a cult following in some years. For some reason it felt like watching Gaspar Noé's Enter the Void: I was incredibly fascinated and couldn't turn my eyes off the screen, but at the same time I was so happy when the end credits started rolling. Still in doubt about how I feel about Moebius, I can say one thing for sure: this is a film I never have to see again. I'm glad I did, but it's an experience not worth repeating. Why not?
A woman catches her man cheating on her with another woman (played by the same actress). She wants to take revenge and cut off her husband's penis. Failing to do this, she cuts off the penis of their son. Wrecked by guilt, the father offers his penis to his son by transplant. In the meanwhile, the son "raped" the woman his father had an affair with (as I said, who is played by the same actress as his mother, see what Ki-Duk did there?). Once the transplantation is complete, the son begins to get sexually aroused by his mother and vice versa. Seeing this, the father wants to cut off his son's penis yet again, but fails. Eventually he kills his wife and himself. While telling this sickening Freudian nightmare, Ki-Duk refuses to let his actors speak one word (there's no dialogue in this movie) and adds some knife-in-shoulder masturbating to take it all just one step further. Yes, you really need to have the stomach for it. Unfortunately, Ki-Duk forgets to make an interesting visual movie (unlike Noé's Enter the Void) and thereby doesn't reach the bourgeois public he intends to insult and provoke. But still... This movie is unlike anything you've ever seen. Try it.