The Cannes Film Festival was this past week.
I know, how could you have missed it?
Anyway, the top prize was given to a movie called Blue is the Warmest Color.
Right off the bat, any movie with a name that pretentious needs to be disqualified. But, no, it's ponderous title must have signaled to the judges that it was indeed very deep. I know that you should not judge a book by its cover or film by its title... but come on!
Of course it needed more than a horrible title in order to get noticed. The movie is about lesbians. Giving an award to a movie that portrays a homosexual lifestyle in a positive light is just the sort of brave statement the cultural elites needed to make in order to tell the world how open-minded they are.
Not only that, but it has a 12-minute-long graphic sex scene. I've heard it described as "hardcore." If this adjective is used in the technical sense (and I cannot tell from the articles I have read), then the film captures an actual, not simulated, sex act on camera. Finally! That's really what we needed! A movie that obliterates the line between art and pornography. How enlightened!
And finally, the sexual relationship is between an older woman and a 15-year-old girl. This reminds me of the original script for the Vagina Monologues where a young girl talks about how she was plied with alcohol and forcibly seduced by an older woman. But since it was a lesbian woman and not a straight man, it was portrayed in a positive light. The character said, "If it was rape, then it was a good rape."
Now, I'm sure the acting is superb and the directing is top notch. But a film is more than the sum of those parts. If the visuals are vulgar and the theme is vile, then the attempt to cosmetically enhance something intrinsically ugly is doomed to failure.
But don't tell the judges at Cannes. Let them bask in the warmth of their own self adulation as we plebes await their judgments as our arbiters of excellence.