Tales of love come in all shapes and sizes, but rarely are they as significance as Blue is the Warmest Colour. A tightrope of passion is laid out here with Abdellatif Kechiche displaying a purity in his direction like I've never seen; he portrays the power of innocence and naivety with such a shattering force that the divine beauty on show here is charismatic in all its intelligence and enigmatic in all its realistic definitions of its focus. We’ve seen tales of desire and passion performed with a saccharine attitude overshadowing the romance at play before; Kechiche’s film is different, he shows affection and the inevitable obsession with a real honesty.
It takes his film above and beyond, but as with all dramatic tales the performances are what decide its effectiveness and fortunately newcomer Adele Exarchopoulos is on hand to provide a performance of raw impetus, comforted by the versatile work of Lea Seydoux. The two of them exhilarate force in their dialogue and the now infamous sex scenes between the two only bring home the chemistry channelling out of one another even further. Seydoux displays an almost arrogance as Emma, whilst Exarchopoulos shows the inner apprehension of Adele’s charmed soul.
Blue is the Warmest Colour is not for all though. Despite the sex scenes and the intimidating 180 duration, Kechiche’s direction never attempts to overemphasise matters or manipulate the viewer’s interest but rather he shows a challenging side to the infatuation two women have with one another in this almost perfect saga of passion. It’s a quite beautiful movie.