I love it how Claire Denis takes a tough scenario and injects it with sensuality and lyricism, turning what in British hands would be kitchen sink drama, into a work of inimitable beauty. Where Ken Loach would double down on the hopelessness of Nenette and Boni’s lives, Denis, without trivialising the harshness, finds a line of bliss and mines it with ravishing colours, eroticism and editing like liquid. Where a gritty drama would normally reach for harsh silences, she locates the slow melancholy pulse of Tindersticks’ music, taking the bitter edge off everything with its subdued croon. The end result is a discernible reality transformed into a fantasy as ripe as Boni’s outrageous sexual daydreams, as he nuzzles up to…