“do all lovers feel they’re inventing something?”
the clandestine stealing of forbidden glances. the thankless task of trying to tamp a lover’s image into the folds of your brain. the dread of said image’s inevitable fading. the smoldering slow-burn of impossible yearning, and the explosive fireworks when it’s finally reciprocated. the sizzling sound of a final farewell.
director céline sciamma packs each frame with tangible emotion, and she does it all without a manipulative score. we know exactly what to…
