Blue is the warmest colour review
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And for Kechiche, the site of conflict, is the body. His subject, here-no less than in such films as “The Secret of the Grain” and “Games of Love and Chance”-is the conflict between cultural inheritance and group identification. Kechiche is what the French would call a republican he was born in Tunisia, but his cinema is French. Ultimately, both women drift in the direction of their long-standing community attachments. Adèle and Emma haven’t changed their styles much, either, and as their relationship begins to feel the stress of unresolved differences, the pull of social habits on the body-a paradoxical weight, a sediment of manners that stops the mighty gears of physical attraction and sexual desire-imposes itself with a terrifying force. What’s clear is that Adèle does her best to join in with Emma’s art-world friends but never manages to fit in. It doesn’t matter (as it might in other movies)-and the fact that it doesn’t matter is both a sign of, and a tribute to, Kechiche’s art.Īs the story leaps and lurches forward, the particulars of character become less important than the mind-body question, as Kechiche conceives it. We never see whether Adèle remains in touch with her friends from high school whether she ever manages to be open with her best friends about her relationship with Emma whether Emma ever takes part in gatherings with friends of Adèle’s from university. It’s never made clear if Adèle has ever come out to her parents or whether doing so proved difficult. The younger woman, by contrast, is from a less sophisticated family and doesn’t come out to them, introducing Emma as a friend who’s helping with studies. For instance, in the first part, Emma is open with her family of artists and intellectuals about her homosexuality and her relationship with Adèle.
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But the gap between those two sections hides an astonishing, almost novelistic amount of information regarding the characters’ lives.
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The French title of the movie is “La Vie d’Adèle Chapitres 1 et 2” (The Life of Adèle Chapters 1 and 2) the first chapter is that of Adèle’s days leading up to her meeting with Emma and the early time of their relationship the second part leaps ahead many years-Adèle is working as an elementary-school special-ed teacher and living with Emma, an artist with a modestly thriving career. The dialectic of sex, with its tensions and parries, its comedy and its fury, is as much a part of their being as is their discussion of art, food, or family. In effect, Kechiche philosophizes the lovers’ bodies in the same way that he physicalizes their conversation. The immediate continuity from public to private life, from intellectual and emotional contact to the most intimate physical contact, without the intermediate stages of seduction or proposition or the sexual teasing of anticipation or buildup of undressing is the film’s very subject. When Kechiche films Adèle and Emma making love for the first time, he does so with one of the most jolting cuts in the recent cinema-from the women sitting together on a park bench to the two of them naked together in bed, tangling erotically.
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Those who express this concern seem to be reacting to the mere fact of a man filming naked young women rather than to the particulars of the film. I’m astonished at the concern on the part of some critics that Kechiche films the actresses’ sex scenes luridly or leeringly. And the now-infamous sex scenes with Adèle and Emma have an athletic, non-sadistic violence that is entirely consistent with the filmmaker’s ideas: it’s impossible to understand a couple without knowing how their bodies imprint each other, and the nature of their mutual physical hunger and their physical coalescence. When Adèle sits at the dinner table with her parents as they watch television, their passive petrification in the image is largely formed by the game-show host’s voice. Whether discussions in the classroom, conversations in a park, or arguments in a schoolyard, the exchange of words comes off with the bodily force of an exchange of caresses, a playful wrestle, or a fistfight. The scene in which the two women’s glances meet is directed as if their gaze were a bodily push-the camera is jolted no less than the women are-and Kechiche’s version of psychology is that of the idea made flesh. It’s a question that Kechiche poses all the more paradoxically inasmuch as the dominant aspect of the movie is physical. Thus their romance begins and with it the movie’s great question: What does it mean to be gay without participating in gay culture? Or, rather, is there such a thing as gay culture that differs from homosexuality itself? Does the physical and psychological fact of homosexuality entail a distinctive place in society? Soon enough, Emma shows up and protects Adèle (claiming that they’re cousins).