We live on the 2nd floor of a duplex in a fairly busy section of Minneapolis. Our only television points toward the southwest corner of the house, where a south facing window looks at our neighbor’s home (though not directly into their windows). A huge picture window faces the west and an eight-unit apartment building. Can my neighbors see what I’m watching on TV? How ’bout passersby? I don’t know, but I sure think about it a lot more when I’m watching weird vampire-human sex scene on True Blood vs when I’m watching, say, Love It or List It.
I’ve been attempting to catch up on my Oscar nominated films. It’s easier to watch the ones on Netflix/On Demand from warm, cozy house (especially in subzero weather) compared to hitting up the theater. I mean, theater popcorn is definitely better than the crappy whole grain chips I have at home, but it’s a sacrifice I am willing to make.
Last weekend, I demanded Blue is the Warmest Color. I guess it’s not up for an Oscar, but there’s been quite a bit of talk about the movie & the two actresses in the flicked getting snubbed by Hollywood. I wanted to see how I felt about it for myself. The movie’s gist, per IMDB:
Adele’s life is changed when she meets Emma, a young woman with blue hair, who will allow her to discover desire, to assert herself as a woman and as an adult. In front of others, Adele grows, seeks herself, loses herself, finds herself.
What they don’t mention in that succinct description is that there are some really raw, graphic and lengthy, LENGTHY sex scenes. Like six minutes, which in movie minutes is more like 28 minutes. Which, hey, I am totally fine with and knew about prior. I was just a little concerned about my neighbors catching me watching this movie through my windows and thinking I was watching porn or something. Not that it matters really, but it made me uncomfortable.
So with that in mind, I left the windows nekkid!
Though I’ve since read a lot of unsettling information about the making of this film (Google it, I’m not talking about it cause it made me too sad), I loved the story. That said, I wouldn’t recommend it to just anyone. Your cool, hippie aunt or artsy coworker = yes. Conservative Catholic uncle = no. And definitely under NO CIRCUMSTANCES should you watch this movie with your parents. I don’t care how cool they are.
Did you see this movie? Thoughts? Also, did anyone else have to watch all those absolutely disgusting spaghetti eating scenes on mute? I was on the verge of barfing. Intolerable!