For those who loved the introspective capacity of Kechiche's cinema, a film not to be missed, an ode to youth, loved and lived to the fullest.
This, if one can say, is primarily the story of Amin, a handsome cinema student at La Femis, who, having completed his annual course of studies, decides to join his friends for summer vacation in the town of Sete, on the southern coast of France. From the moment he arrives, Kechiche succeeds in exalting his reading style, with unique moments where the exaltation of bodies, images, and summer colors give shape to a finely artistic narrative, yet superficially quite carnal, as noted during its release at Cannes by an audience possibly bored and with some preconceived notions.
A work that leaves one bewildered by the beauty of the story and the depth of the characters, Tony, Celine, Ophelie, above all, the camera/eye of Amin/Kechiche rests with impeccable stylistic sweetness and depth. The artist's gaze is free and pure from any desire or impulse, focused on aspects that his cheerful company cannot grasp, at least not at that moment, during that hot summer in Sete.
And so, like after a flirtation that lasts for 3 hours, the embrace between fate (Mektoub) and love is sublimated. One feels the roar of the Storm of Youth in its most pivotal moment, the infinite joy of naked dancing bodies, faces scrutinized, chased or contemplated among the sea waves with the sunset seducing on the horizon.
In short, once again Kechiche takes the time he wants, in the sense that the film could have easily lasted a month, considering how it's shot; to fervently focus on the heart of the film, on the body-soul relationship, on what is common and what is contradictory, in this crazy and carefree youth of ours.
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