Masterpieces are endlessly re-visitable. I’m quite convinced this is one.
Perhaps what makes Portrait so remarkable is that, rarely, is a romance so equal, collaborative and giving. Love, in the eyes of Sciamma, is creation. And she created something breathtaking.
Long live female fucking utopia.
And then Orpheus turned, taking one last look. Her Eurydice faded into darkness. Heartbreaking shot of the year, dare I say.
Portrait of a Lady on Fire does not objectify women. Yet Héloïse is literally the item of Mariane’s observation, and she in turn is also closely watched. It’s deceptively simple yet well-crafted. Love is expressed in their gazes that turn from curious to yearning, it manifests physically in Mariane’s portrait of Héloïse, and it is communicated through their…