ian’s review published on Letterboxd:
Gotta say, I really don't understand all the hype around this, and I especially don't understand any comparisons to Blue Is the Warmest Color. I mean, other than being French films with explicit sex scenes, they don't have much in common.
I'm sure I'll be processing this for a while, trying to tease out what Guiraudie was saying w/r/t love, loneliness, and desire. But despite the denouement near the very end of the film, it didn't seem to pack much of an emotional punch for me. (Franck and Henri's relationship is a notable exception; that was actually quite touching.)