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Adèle (Adèle Exarchopoulos), a young schoolteacher who is feeling her way through early adulthood and her first serious love affair, has earnestly prepared a meal in honor of her artist girlfriend, Emma (Léa Seydoux). The obsessive documentation allows us unusual intimacy with the characters.īy the teary denouement, we’ve invested too much time and emotional energy not to feel quietly devastated.There is a vivid party scene at the middle of Abdellatif Kechiche’s sprawling Palme d’Or winner Blue Is the Warmest Color (aka, in France, La Vie d’Adèle: Chapitres 1 et 2) that encapsulates some of the film’s strengths and weaknesses. The sex ultimately becomes mundane and commonplace. Still, though unquestionably over-extended, these outbursts do have a purpose. (There are quite enough bottoms here, thank you very much.) If the actors were gay, an undeniable tension about veracity would have been dissipated. What to say? Dissenters from the critical consensus have been right to highlight the worrying drift of the male gaze in the near-endless duets of puffing and groaning. For all their professed liberal tendencies, Emma’s friends remain condescending about her girlfriend’s contentment with life as a teacher.Īnd then there’s the sex. Kechiche uses food – the younger’s girl’s family favour a scarlet spaghetti sauce – and culture to highlight tricky social distinctions between blue-collar Adèle and the smugly bohemian Emma. Adèle suffers bullying in the early stages when her school-friends catch wind of her sexual experiments. With all this chatter about sex and emotion, it has often been forgotten that Blue Is the Warmest Colour has things to say about French society. Actor and director force complete absorption upon us. When, late in the film, Exarchopoulos is asked to cry, the cinematic onslaught of tears, snot and furrowed flesh matches anything that Imax 3D could manage. Kechiche’s decision to work largely in close-ups adds to the accumulating intensity. The unprecedented honorary Palmes d’Or presented to the actresses at Cannes were well deserved. Accordingly, her posture, tone and timbre alter almost imperceptibly over the film’s surprisingly brisk three hours. Seydoux has a class of amiable swagger that allows her to assume alpha-female status in every encounter.Įxarchopoulos, the less experienced actor, has the more difficult job: she has to mature from a slightly bewildered ingénue to an assured young professional. This results in part from the (sometimes literally) eye-wateringly strong performances by the two excellent leads. There is an intensity and focus to every scene.
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The senior partner, a university student and artist, acts as a sort of mentor to Adèle and a passionate romance eventually develops. Then she happens upon an older gay woman with blue hair named Emma (Lea Seydoux). (All that talk of Adèle reminds us ever so slightly of Isabelle Adjani’s obsessed lover in Truffaut’s The Story of Adèle H.)Īdèle’s first romance is with a boy. In contrast, Blue exhibits a gimlet-eyed focus from its opening sequence.ĭerived from a graphic novel by Julie Maroh, the picture follows Adèle (Adèle Exarchopoulos), a young woman from Lille, as she moves from school to life as a teacher. Though it has its admirers, Couscous, his previous lurch into naturalism, never quite justified its long occupation of the cinema screen.
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Only a person of stone could emerge unmoved.īlue Is the Warmest Colour marks a significant leap forward for Kechiche. But the sheer emotional oomph of the piece blasts most of those objections into the wings. Reports of Kechiche’s pushy behaviour on set do not fill us with warmth. The sheer length of the sex scenes occasionally tips those sequences towards the ludicrous. It’s a worry that two straight actors have been asked to pull on the metaphorical blackface as the lesbian leads. That’s not to suggest that this year’s winner of the Cannes Palme d’Or is without its issues. Once you’ve hacked your way through the jungle of controversy, you will, in Abdellatif Kechiche’s already-notorious, rough-edged romance, encounter a small (though far from short) masterpiece.