A.K.A.: Trois Couleurs: Bleu
Country: France /
Poland / Switzerland
Genre(s): Drama
Director: Krzysztof
Kieslowski
Cast: Juliette
Binoche / Benoit Regent / Charlotte Very
Plot
A woman tries to
start a new life after losing her husband and daughter in a car accident.
What I Liked
The previous movie I
reviewed here, “Now, Voyager,” was a drama built around the intensity of human
passion and pain, a high quality melodrama.
“Three Colors: Blue” deals with similar themes, but in a way that is
much more personal. Juliette Binoche is
nothing short of devastating in her portrayal of a widow of a famous composer,
seeking to escape all memories of her past and build a new life for herself as
though the previous never existed. The
success of the movie’s plot and meaning rests almost entirely on Binoche’s
shoulders and she carries that weight with aplomb. The strength of her performance is in her
silence, her looks, gestures, and silent tears.
Her character does not moan and sob like those in “Now, Voyager,” but
rather shows her pain through her efforts to ignore the hurt. It is a performance deftly crafted out of subtlety,
empathy, and self-assurance.
Binoche’s performance
is exactly what is needed for “Three Colors: Blue,” a perfect fit for the
puzzle that is the overall film.
Director Krysztof Kieslowski gives poetic meaning to the minutiae of
everyday existence that would normally be dismissed as most trivial. Moments like a droplet of coffee sitting on a
saucer or a close-up of an eyeball moving about in its socket are interlaced
between moments of recognizable tragedy and anguish within the narrative of the
plot. Binoche and Kieslowski show us
that the tragic beauty (and sometimes even the heroism) of being human can be found
in every fleeting instant of our lives.
What I Didn’t Like
This movie does
exactly what it clearly set out to do, all of which I’ve gone over above. In terms of accomplishing its goals, “Three
Colors: Blue” is flawless. However,
there will be those, who will not appreciate those goals. It could certainly be argued that watching
the movie is too much of an intellectual enterprise than an emotional
experience. It is possible to spend too
much of the film trying to recognize all that the filmmakers are trying to
convey through their art, as opposed to sitting back and enjoying a moving
film. For me, though, I found the film a
perfect balance, the intellectual strengths coming from Kieslowski’s eye for
detail and the emotional catharsis from Binoche’s performance.
Most Memorable Scene
In case we miss the
point of the film’s more subtle moments, there is particularly fascinating
moment about half way through the film where Binoche’s character is sitting on
a park bench and closes her eyes. Doing
so, she misses the sight of a decrepit, bent-backed, old woman hobbling down
the sidewalk from who knows how far away to come to a recycle container. The hole in which she is to insert her glass
bottle is at least three feet over the woman’s head, yet somehow she manages to
wrench, stretch, and contort herself over an agonizing period of just a few
seconds just to get that bottle where it needs to go. By the time Binoche opens her eyes, the old
woman has hobbled out of view and our main character has missed a truly
remarkable moment in her own life.
My Rating: 4.5 out of 5