Three Colors: Blue - Robert Perea "Delegitimizing Hagiography in Kieslowski’s Blue"

Viewers of Blue meet a young wife and mother, Julie, who loses both husband and daughter in the opening moments of this film. We know from the film’s title and positioning in the series that it is intended to be a meditation on the French concept of Liberte which Kieslowski has stated is perfected inside modern France. If he believes this, he also understands that perfection may be complicated. 

Inside of the film’s narrative we meet a young man named Antoine. He is vague and handsome. When we initially meet him he is playing a simple old game, marking his age as being fully adolescent if not on the more innocent portion of that particular spectrum. He is sitting with skateboard along a two-lane country road as the car with Julie and her family speeds by. He looks up to regard them and then shifts his attention back to his game. We hear the sound of the car crash off screen and Antoine is startled. He runs to check on the passengers as a beach ball rolls out of the back seat and into the field. 

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The next time we meet Antoine, he contacts Julie via her doctor’s office. He found a gold cross on a chain he assumes belongs to Julie and wants to return it to her. As she speaks to Antoine on the phone and he tells her the reason for his call, her hand goes to her neck as she realizes, perhaps for the first time, that her cross is missing. Up to this point Julie has spent her energy divesting herself of her former life, making a residential move and jettisoning links to her family. She seems determinedly desperate to escape the weight of grief that likely accompanies this circumstance. She signals her reluctance to carry such a cross when she gives it to Antoine. In essence she saddles him with the proverbial cross the state faith of France would otherwise ask her to carry. The work she instead picks up may be considered to be a postmodern carrying of a cross. The work involved in leaving her grief behind, liberating herself from it, is carrying a different cross.  Furthermore, it will not be recognized by any religion as an apt role for a woman. 

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We meet Antoine once more as the film ends. During the montage in which we quickly revisit all Julie’s entanglements she finds during the film’s course of events we see an early morning tableau featuring Antoine. Bathed in cool colors he turns off his alarm and sits up in bed. Shirtless he wears the gold cross; the fact that he has worn it to sleep signals a habit of wearing it. He is carrying the cross of memory, perhaps the moment his childhood innocence suffered its first marring, into adulthood. The camera pans right and we move on to remaining montage items. Antoine’s innocence and willingness to bear this weight when Julie forsakes it signals a type of postmodern hagiography. He is disconnected, but linked to this defining event and carries a memento of the moment. Just as his namesake, Anthony of Padua, he bears a weight that he didn’t choose, but one that chose him. It’s a wound that he must now discern and assimilate as he goes forward into adulthood. And he won’t have the benefit of any institution telling his story. 

- Robert Perea

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Three Colors: Blue - Connor "Sugar On My Tongue"

The image:

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The Film:

One of the definitive films in the abbreviated career of Krystof Kieslowski, Three Colors: Blue is a meditation on freedom, grief, and what binds during our lives. Julie (Juliette Binoche), on losing her husband and child in the early moments of the film, must regard these questions in light of overwhelming grief. Her life in the aftermath of this trauma asks how one becomes free in this life when inter-connectivity has the power to destroy us. Why do we hand over that power so easily? What is the relationship between love and freedom?

Masterfully shot by Sławomir Idziak, Kieslowski’s capacity for visual poetry occupies a great deal of the space of the film. The sugar cube shot we’re looking at today is that of a later moment in the film when Julie is at a cafe and upon dipping a sugar cube into her coffee, it becomes imbued with it’s taste, a novel texture. Essentially, it undergoes a metaphysical shift. It’s undoubtedly one of the most striking images of the film, but its greater impact must be set against the some of the visual metaphors that surround it.

The film is replete with images that suggest the boundaries of the individual, boundaries that Julie literally comes into collision with through her flesh. Take for example this shot-

Julie in motion signifies a life, the stone wall the conditions in which a life is lived. Here there is no porous exchange only a brittle object grinding against her flesh. Following this abrasion of two conflicting entities, body and wall, she takes her hand to her mouth, ingesting the results of that conflict. Imagine for a second the taste and texture of blood and dirt. Even as she ingests this mixing, suggesting an exchange between inside world and out, the taste isn’t pleasant is it?

And, taking a look at the film, recognize the amount of images of Julie interacting with her environment in these abrasive, jarring ways. Whether its the repeated images of her swimming (boyant, interactive but still distinctly separate) or being pressed up against a window pane while having sex, the film is rife with these images that show her resistance to exchange.

Kieslowski, by constructing this definitive image of the sugar cube transfigured by coffee, shows us a elemental change in Julie. Part of the healing process and steps towards freedom for Julie is the ability to take in, to interact on the spiritual level with those and the world around us. Julie, as we are, is an assemblage of molecules; a sugar cube bound by chemical sweetness. When we “take in” the viscous, fluid, and unpredictable world around us, absorb that essence ever present into ourselves, the world is a sweeter place and maybe we can continue to move through it in light of the suffering we face? Freedom lies in the willingness to exchange and to allow ourselves to be transformed. We will look different on the other side of things, but the synthesis of ourselves with the world around us perhaps worth it in the end.

-Connor Novotny