A haunting film. A snapshot of the male gaze, the romanticization of women’s alleged mystery at the expense of their individual identities.
Who are Lux, Bonnie, Mary, Celia, and Bonnie? The people who saw them will never know them, because they never responded to their cry of help. Those five girls will eternally be the sirens, lovers, virgins, and madonnas, never remembered for what they truly said, only immortalized in the trivial mementos the boys hoarded for their own speculation.
“If I speak with the tongue of angels, but have not love, I am like a noisy gong...”
I don’t think one film has devastated me in the duration of 90 minutes more than Three Colors: Blue.
The exploration of grief in light of the call to love unconditionally was beautifully explored...
A great film...horrifying with staying power. How unfortunate that we have to watch content with rape and graphic violence to realize that living as a celebrity in the media industry can be compromising to ones identity. Yet this is where we are today: we all are avatars and personas. A cautionary tale, one that should be obvious but is often unacknowledged.