This is one of my all-time favourites. It was also an absurd struggle to actually get to watch it. It took a year of waiting from having caught half the trailer on telly, by chance, to eventually finding the ONLY cinema that actually dared show it here, an ancient and endearing indie haunt in town centre. Then the eerie experience of being only two in the room - the other a girlfriend I'd managed to convince to tag along - and therefore able to actually talk out loud and stick feet on other seats. The comfort of my living room with a big screen, dolby surround, and an amazing film. CQ2 is of course a great dance movie (as long as you are not allergic to contemporary) but despite what some other reviewers have said, dance is in no way central to its story. Sure the dancing is a great pretext for the inventive photography and it bestows rhythm to an instinctive, intuitive film editing. Sure it creates catharsis and a far more powerful visual outlet to the rage and psychological violence that suffuses so much of this film. But first and foremost, CQ2 is about the inadequacy of human relationships, desires and ambitions, our inability to communicate strong emotions adequately. It is about the raw rage that may experience anyone with a sense of the concepts of truth, love or justice, when they realise how inept our world is at meeting those most basic needs. Kudos to Carole Laure. A shame that my luxury experience of an empty cinema and the enduring silence of critics and distributors probably means she ended up in debt for producing this work of art.