Mauvais Sang

This is the first truly badass French film I've ever seen. It's so fucking good. 

As If someone was somehow able 
to combine all of the French New Wave into a cocktail speedball and boom: you'd have this movie, which leaves you more breathless than Breathless itself. 

It's a movie that wears it's influences on its sleeve. Punk rock. America. Godard. Film noir. But it's much more than the sum of its parts. 

It's the kind of film that if you saw when you were 15, would change the course of your life forever. Makes you want to live just to burn. Burn away youth. Make love to everyone. Drive real fast. Crash cars. 

Yes, the film is pure energy. It's also, 
because it's a French film, nonchalantly profound. This is what makes it so special. It is unable to shake off its intelligence, even in the midst of its revelry. 

It's also 1986. Need I say more ? The style. The incessant dystopia like feeling pervading the soul. 

A virus is infecting the people. You only get it if you have sex without love. Brilliant. 

And there is a love story here. An intriguing one that makes you understand the power of love without consummation. Endless seduction is endless ecstasy. Very French. 

Finally, Juliette Binoche. The center. The starlet that keeps everyone else in orbit harmoniously. She takes this ecstatic film to a whole other level. With a performance for the ages. 

Watch this film with someone you want to run away with. Far, far away. 

~ G