Breillat' films, in all their glory and insult, are about the expanse of the sexuality spectrum. They dare you to critique sexual desire, a fascinating gauntlet to be thrown.
Here, is the Sifriedi character gay, or did they merely meet at a gay dance club? Much of the dialogue is around the woman's sexual masochism, but his story is as interesting.
He clad in his white suit reminds of Mapplethorpe's 'Man in Polyester Suit' photo.
The use of score is one of the most specifically nonsensical artistic choices I've ever seen in a film. Literally the entire point is that the tension should derive from the QUIET.
Claire Denis should remake, still starring Emily Blunt, who is fantastic.
A beautiful, lush, erotic, devastating, magnificent film. So special, so well acted and directed.
Timothée Chalamet is effortlessly compelling as the 17yo discovering his heart and his body. He is a revelation, delivering what will absolutely be one of the year's best performances.
Michael Stuhlbarg's speech at the end is everything every gay boy has ever wanted his father to tell him.
It's everything I've ever wanted to see in a gay romance on film. I could have lived inside of it forever.
That last shot. That last shot.
