Leos Carax
Mauvais Sang

Mauvais Sang, Bad Blood.

But why the hell did they translate it as BLOODY RED which sounds like the title of a tacky Christmas horror movie?

Oh well, let's leave it at that...

Brief synopsis from Wikipedia (don’t go there as it tells you the whole story including the ending)

The passage of a comet creates strange effects on the planet. Hot nights and mornings with sudden snowfalls, and above all, a virus that claims its victims among those who "make love without love." The gang of "l'Americana" is the only one in possession of an antidote to stop the plague. Competing against them is a rival gang who recently lost their "best man" in an attack. To replace him, his son Linguamuta, a particularly nimble magician just released from prison, still suffers from intense abdominal pain due to his incarceration. He accepts and so on and so forth

Leon Carax is the director of Holy Motors (2013) https://www.debaser.it/leos-carax/holy-motors/recensione which, if you like cinema, you cannot miss. He is also the director of the renowned The Lovers on the Bridge (1991).

In 1986, Carax was just 26 years old, but you could already glimpse his touch, his personal style. Carax’s cinema is symbolic, metaphorical, magnetic. The stillness, the close-ups, the attention to detail are his stylistic signatures.

It is not classic, linear cinema; on the contrary, it is rather unpredictable in execution. Abrupt cuts, unfinished sentences, disconcerting directorial choices both in the framing and the sporadic, dreamlike, fluctuating use of grainy black and white.

There are very few long takes, but when they do appear (the sequence of Linguamuta running at night to the notes of David Bowie's Modern Love), they truly captivate us.

Linguamuta is Denis Lavant. The actor is 25 years old. We will see him again at 50 and as the protagonist once more, in the aforementioned (and phenomenal) Holy Motors.

Linguamuta steals the scene, no doubt about it. It's clear that much is snatched from the scene by the stunning Juliette Binoche, 22 at the time, and the great Michel Piccoli, who certainly needs no introduction.

But Lavant towers above. Those wild hair, that angular almost primitive face, those lively and fixed little eyes. Restless, urgent, out of place.

Love. There's always love (which moves the planets and the other stars and who the hell remembers but I think it was Dante who wrote it).

The money, the robbery, the Americana, whatever you like, but it will be love playing the chess game moving both whites and blacks and it will be chaotic.

Because it is love that is spoken of in this film, as you seek it even if you have bad blood and not RED since we already know blood is red, stupid Italian translators!

Watch it.