I am sad to report that I was underwhelmed and uncomfortable, and all too familiar with the tropes at play, none of them creatively handled.

Exarchopoulos and Seydoux are constantly undercut by Kechiche's direction, which often seems more about his directorial desires than the motivations of the story's protagonists.

The most discomfiting thing about Blue [Is The Warmest Color] is that it ultimately feels like a menage a trois involving the actors and the camera, staged for the benefit of the director.

As this coming-of-age story goes round and round, monotony sets in and we slowly start to not really care where Adèle and Emma get dropped off.