Art is supposed to imitate life, not explain it. It’s also not supposed to alter our perception of reality unless the purpose behind the project is to do just that. Film, more than any other medium, offers such a complex paradigm, especially when you consider that most narratives use the artform as a means to shed light on subjects both mundane and misunderstood while also providing a window into these worlds.
Equally important, however, is the need to bring said insight to the audience, not to simply supply a superficial sheen to something we’ve experienced a dozen times before. Sadly, the latter is the case with recent Cannes Palme d’Or winner Blue Is the Warmest Color. A film about an intimate and ultimately unfulfilling relationship between two young French women, it’s an exploration of lesbianism made by someone who has no understanding of the same sex dynamic. Instead, it’s an overlong bore that borders on an affront, especially when the highly publicized explicit sex scenes take center stage.