Art home films. It is got by us. They are doing sex. Which is their thing. From Swedish nudes in 1953 ( summer time with Monika) towards the butter-based penetration of 1972 ( final Tango in Paris) to crazy irascible beach-side sessions in 1986 ( Betty Blue), nothing screams “art house” higher than a smartly directed and gamely acted sex scene. Then came Blue could 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 had been gay sex. Therefore it made the cutesy girl-on-girl action in Bound (2006) and Mulholland Drive (2001) appear dubious and low priced.
Rather, exactly just what it offered us ended up being two young and fairly untested actresses, Lea Seydoux and Adele Exarchopoulos, deftly describing, when you look at the grim north French city of Lille, the heady psychological rushes and unexpected energy changes of an appearing relationship. Continue reading “Blue could be the Warmest Colour (2013)”