Art household films. It is got by us. They are doing intercourse. That is their thing. From Swedish nudes in 1953 ( Summer with Monika) towards the butter-based penetration of 1972 ( final Tango in Paris) to crazy irascible beach-side sessions in 1986 ( Betty Blue), absolutely nothing screams “art household” higher than a smartly directed and gamely acted sex scene. Then arrived Blue may be the Warmest Colour.
The movie, which won the Palme d’Or at the Cannes movie Festival in 2013, wiped away precisely what had gone before it. The hideous rape of Monica Bellucci in Irreversible (2002)? The grimly determined humping from Japanese 1976 classic In the world of the sensory faculties? All gone. Faded in contrast. Plus, it absolutely was gay intercourse. So that it made the cutesy girl-on-girl action in Bound (2006) and Mulholland Drive (2001) appear dubious and low priced.
Alternatively, just just just what it offered us had been two young and reasonably untested actresses, Lea Seydoux and Adele Exarchopoulos, deftly explaining, into the grim north French town of Lille, the heady emotional rushes and unexpected energy shifts of a relationship that is emerging. Appearance are exchanged, picnics are arranged, kisses are exchanged after which everything grinds up to a halt at about 60 minutes and 11 mins to the film, when manager Kechiche along with his two lead actresses deliver the kind of jaw-to-the-floor intercourse scene which has afterwards raised the movie-sex club to insane heights of verisimilitude and has now pressed the literal concept of “simulated” to breaking point. Continue reading “Blue may be the Warmest Colour (2013)”