🐱Andrew Chrzanowski🐱’s review published on Letterboxd:
🔥"Do all lovers feel they're inventing something?"🔥
Happy Black History Month. Let's watch a movie about rich white French lesbians.
All joking aside, obviously you all know how I feel about this masterpiece. In any other year, it would be unquestionably the best film.
But one cannot miss the opportunity to see this on the big screen, if at all possible, after I was so fortunate to have that Film Independent screener last year. I had to take a two-hour drive but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. (I do have to take issue with Letterbox's characterizing of February 14th as a "wide release." That's either purposefully dishonest or disingenuously elitist, as the film was in literally 22 theatres last week. "Wide release," my ass. Even this weekend it's only in 130 theatres. That is not widely released. Stop assuming we all live in the same 15 cities with equal access. </rant>)
Back to the movie. I forgot how strong the eyebrow game was in this film. How do you say "on fleek" in French? (Is that still a thing?)
Anyway, what more can I say about this singular picture? I will add something to what I wrote back in December, now having seen it in a cinema in all its brightly-lit glory, that Claire Mathon's breathtaking cinematography is on par with John Alcott's in Barry Lyndon. Yeah, it's that beautiful. This is one of the most gorgeous movies I have ever seen.
Also, I want someone to look at me like Sophie looks at Héloïse, just once.