Indeed, Sciamma has crafted one of the best filmic love stories of the 21st century; it joins romantic masterpieces like In the Mood for Love , Before Sunset , Bright Star , and Carol in its capacity to give us a picture of authentic erotic love without ever devolving into the lewd or obscene.
Aunque no cuenta con las virtudes formales y plásticas de relatos similares, como La edad de la inocencia (Scorsese, 1993) o Carol (Haynes, 2015), Sciamma demuestra en su final, estructurado alrededor de tres despedidas y un encuentro/revelación, que ha adquirido una aguda fineza como narradora, con la que logra construir con seguridad el camino para llegar a un estado de conmoción genuino, de un tiempo de concepción tan breve como el de una chispa de fuego en la cola de un vestido.
Before I saw Portrait of a Lady on Fire, I was thinking I'd maybe start this review by point out how the 2010s weirdly became the decade of the lesbian romantic drama, and how the three best love stories of the decade to this point, 2014's The Duke of Burgundy , 2015's Carol , and 2016's The Handmaiden , were all about relationships between women but directed by men, and isn't that an odd something that we could probably make something out of.
Quite reminiscent of the critical discourse that surrounded Todd Haynes’ Carol in 2015, Céline Sciamma’s Portrait of a Lady on Fire has evoked passionate reactions from the majority of film critics who have seen it, while its naysayers have largely sung the same tune: that it’s too cold, too slow, too inert, too uninvolving.
She plays propaganda games like lesser filmmakers, such as Todd Haynes, whose lesbian melodrama Carol made homosexuality tendentious.
You might think at first of Todd Haynes’s Carol , all read-between-the-lines looks.