
Blue Is the Warmest Color review (London Film Festival)
There’s nothing particularly surprising here. Not even the rather tediously obvious 15-minute all-nude lesbian fuckfest.

There’s nothing particularly surprising here. Not even the rather tediously obvious 15-minute all-nude lesbian fuckfest.

Stark and gritty, this may be the most down-to-earth teen romance ever, filled with touches of unpredictable, inescapable reality.

Arbitrary and inconsistent rules of time travel in aid of creepy romantic manipulation and temporal stalking. But hey, at least it’s got Bill Nighy!

Way to give overwrought fan fiction a bad name. No amount of fairy dust can make this bewitching.

A confounding intellectual mystery, an enigmatic philosophical science fantasy that’s like a cinematic Moebius strip.

A provocative, ambitious drama about the unconsidered assumptions that power our cultures, for good or ill.

Alternately intriguing and infuriating: it’s very like the sort of movie exuberantly excessive Gatsby himself might have made.

Joyously warm and gentle… though perhaps too gentle to be entirely satisfying.

Dear Penthouse Forum: I am an ordinary high school teacher, happily married. I never thought anything like this would happen when we hosted a beautiful, brilliant British foreign exchange student…

Some of it is hilariously awful, and some is just plain awful. But Statham’s attempt to be taken seriously as an actor is honest, at least.