I have quite mixed feelings about this. The reason possibly being that I'm far more interested in Léa Seydoux and her character Emma than in Adèle. Soooo, what's to expact from a movie called la vie d'Adèle :D But in the end all that remains is the tenderness conveyed by the looks - the way the camera takes a close look at the characters (esp. Adèle) and the way Adèle and Emma look at each other. That's some kind of magic.
This movie - with its non-stopping series of gushing over clothes and gossiping over celebrities and name-dropping of brands and constantly putting oneself in the limelight of parties (and facebook) - feels as shallow as its characters. In this case, that is actually not necessarily a bad thing, because that's what it's all about. Still, it is strange to feel that way about a movie and about its reception. It makes the movie and its intention harder to grasp, even though it should be (and is) obvious in this one.
Let's put it on every school's curriculum.