Rain beat down (again!) on the press queuing outside for an evening screening of Abdellatif Kechiche's La vie d'Adèle (Blue Is the Warmest Color) Wednesday at Cannes, while poker-faced security guards stared down from their dry, awning-covered perch at the top of the steps.
"This better be good," I griped to a colleague, as critics booed and hissed in a vain attempt to shame the gatekeepers into letting us in.
But by the time the three-hour film was underway, with more than 2,000 damp journalists sitting in rapt silence, all was forgiven and forgotten.
In what has been a strong competition (with works from the Coen brothers, Jia Zhangke, and François Ozon among standouts), Blue Is the Warmest Color all but towers above the rest: based on a graphic novel by Julie Maroh about a teenage girl who falls in love with a slightly older woman, it's a shattering masterpiece about sexual awakening, heartbreak, and self-discovery.
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The French-Tunisian Kechiche stumbled with his last film, Black Venus, never finding a convincing way into very tricky material (the true story of an African woman brought to Europe to be displayed as a freak-show attraction). But before that, he made two of the best French films in recent memory, Games of Love & Chance and The Secret of the Grain, both vibrant, novelistic examinations of a multi-ethnic France too rarely brought to the big screen.
His brilliantly acted, intensely erotic new film is his greatest achievement yet, the director so fully enveloping the viewer in his protagonist's world, mind, and emotions that I stumbled out of the screening dizzy, exhilarated, and shaken.
Blue Is the Warmest Color covers six years in the life of Adèle (Adèle Exarchopoulos, little known now, but not for long), who, at the film's start is a quiet 17-year-old high schooler living with her middle-class parents outside the northern French city of Lille. The story's catalyst comes in the alluring, blue-haired form of Emma (Léa Seydoux, whose star has now officially risen), a lesbian graduate student and artist from a loving, bourgeois-bohemian family.
The film serves as confirmation that Kechiche, with his interest in people living on the margins of modern France (North African immigrants and their children, inner city youth, and, here, gays, lesbians, and bisexuals), is French cinema's greatest observer of human behavior—and of French society in all its complexities and contradictions.
Indeed, Blue Is the Warmest Color is both a meticulous portrait of an individual and a broader study of the ways socioeconomic differences come to bear on that individual's romantic life. With the most subtle of outsider's perspectives (Kechiche moved to France from Tunisia as a six-year-old) and the lightest of touches, the director shows us how class dynamics become a sneakily toxic force in the relationship between Adèle and Emma; two masterfully staged family dinner scenes capture the dissimilar milieus these young women come from, foreshadowing feelings of frustration, alienation, and inadequacy that will eventually haunt their life together.
Kechiche also proves once and for all that realism (the default stylistic mode of European art cinema) does not have to be austere or punishing; his film is warm and sensually alive, the camera sticking close to the actors' faces and bodies without fetishising them, and alternating objective and subjective points of view with fluidity and control. You get so caught up in the fly-on-the-wall thrill of seeing these characters in their everyday lives that it's easy to forget the tremendous technical craftsmanship involved.