Portrait of a Lady on Fire never becomes graphic, especially compared to the controversial Blue is the Warmest Color , but the erotic nature of their relationship cannot be ignored.
As someone with Blue is the Warmest Color barely carving out a spot on my top 50 of the decade list I plan on sharing sometime in December, Portrait of a Lady on Fire challenges me to rethink the authenticity of that film regardless of how powerful I found it to be.
Films such as Blue is the Warmest Color and Disobedience deliver just that through prolonged sex scenes that are borderline pornographic and weak storytelling.
In fact, she is so deliberate in her “Portrait” that one cannot ignore the filmmaker’s oblique opposition to the cold and soft-core sex scenes of "Blue is the Warmest Color," another love story of the recent LGBTQ canon, but one shot from the unfortunate POV of the male gaze (an admittedly overused but fitting term here.)
Only Call Me by Your Name and Blue is the Warmest Color have been as successful in finding the specific queerness in their initial attraction, perfectly balancing tepid hesitation with unrelinquished excitement within their shared kinship as “others.”
Even then, the payoff for all the film’s sexual tension proves to be largely intellectual, expressed primarily through words rather than the kind of torrid lovemaking scenes Cannes witnessed with “Blue Is the Warmest Color.”