It’s all too rare to find a film that genuinely comes alive; a film that’s realism is so rich that every sense and feeling is sparked. To witness a kiss so passionate on screen, or a touch that resonates so strongly it makes your skin tingle, that’s a quality that’s nearly impossible to find in a work of art. And yet, here, in the most unlikely little gem of a film, we find just that.
La vie d’adèle, a film better known as Blue is the Warmest Color, has been praised and chastised alike for an abundance of reasons. Above all other controversy lies one thing: sex. Art is no stranger to the bodies of two (or more even) intertwining for the sake of love, warmth, or plain entertainment, and yet here we find ourselves again with the same situation. With Blue though, there’s something different. I will not say that claims of cartoonish sex are unwarranted, as the film’s second sex scene between couple Adèle and Emma – scissoring away into the night with moans that only porn stars can deliver – is exactly that. Yet, such a minor fault, a mere misstep can almost be excused, when the bigger picture, and the bigger sex scene, is looked at closely.
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