Mark my words: we as a society, particularly in a crumbling Western Europe and inequality riddled America are obsessed with sex. Whose having it, where, how, with whom? I think it extends from an increasing disassociation with our humanity and a primordial need to be close and connected. It’s everywhere and not typically in healthy display (I am all for healthy sexuality!) as with the latest trend in headless female models. Therefore, when you settle in to watch 3 hours of the French film Blue is the Warmest Color you should know that the French title “La Vie d’Adèle—Chapitres 1 et 2” (“The Life of Adele Chapters 1 and 2”) because its more descriptive of the film. And you should know that Julie Maroh, the woman who wrote the graphic novel on which the film is based, definitely doesn’t like the film or its depiction of lesbian sex. And you should know that the two amazing lead actresses, Adèle Exarchopoulos and Léa Seydoux, will not work with director Abdellatif Kechiche again. In fact, actress Seydoux called the experience “horrible.” With that said, it’s undeniably mesmerizing to watch this unusual narrative, about two young women in love, almost entirely in close-ups, navigating through years of their lives. Blue follows a long thread in the life of a teenager named Adéle (Exarchopoulos) who falls passionately in love with twenty-something fine art student Emma (Seydoux). Emma sports blue hair when they meet and is the more stereotypically “male” of the two; she has a burgeoning career as an artist, is political, is out and proud, and appears very self-aware. Adéle is unsure of herself both emotionally and physically until she meets Emma who becomes the center of her world. Adéle’s greatest failing appears to be an inability to see life beyond her working class upbringing and such is the undoing of her relationship with Emma. In my view, class figures greatly in the film, maybe even more than sexuality because of its subtlety. The finished product made Blue the winner of the Cannes Film Festival’s Palme d’Or for the director and two lead actresses (in an unusual move, the jury, led by Steven Spielberg, awarded the “achievements of three artists” instead of solely the director). Blue is part coming-of-age, part French New Wave (think 400 Blows), part exploitation, and part male gaze lesbian fantasy; and people (mostly men…) are eating it up.