Two excellent female leads, beautifully artistic direction and a strong story based on a great graphic novel should make me happy.
I’m not. “Blue etc” won the Cannes film festival and has been bathed in controversy because of very explicit sexual scenes and the alleged row between the stars and the director.
So, is it worth watching? Yes and no.
If you loved the originality of Julie Maroh’s “Le Bleu est une couleur chaude”, you’ll be annoyed by the changes made here. Why does Clementine become Adele? Why does Sabine disappear without explanation?
And why oh why do those sex scenes owe more to mainstream porn by and for men than to Maroh’s delicacy and sensuality? No matter how gorgeous everyone is, the sex and the relationship feel unreal and not in that soft-focus surreal way I tend to swoon over.
Three hours ought to have been plenty of time to be faithful to the source material.
Director Abdellatif Kechiche will undoubtedly get the big-deal Hollywood career he wants. Lea Seydoux and Adele Exarchopoulos are terrific, given the limits imposed on them.
The Stratford East Picturehouse was packed. Everyone there seemed to love it a whole lot more than I did. The subtitles are very good, especially as many of the younger cast members mutter like they’re in a Seattle grunge band.
It’s art, but not to my liking. It’s significant. I’d just prefer not to see snot in slow motion for so many minutes. Even when it glistens.
Interesting points about class differences and social tolerance felt too simple to be true. I know lots of working class families that accept gay people. Here, only the affluent truly accept all.
The school scenes are terrific and French students all look so much more attractive and chic than others. Even the boys look adorable. Lesbian bars are incredibly hip and warm, here.
Does this say something new about love? Nope. There is a great film to be made of Julie Maroh’s work. This isn’t it.