Jean-Jacques Beineix – Betty Blue (37°2 le matin, 1986)
THE BURNING EDGE OF LOVE
Sometimes, emotion is hard to explain. Betty Blue is that kind of emotion. It’s not just a feeling — it’s the full force of feeling, pushed to its very limits. An intense love story. A beautiful, destructive story. Filled with sensual charge and magnetic allure, but above all, it's one of the most piercing portrayals of love ever put to film.
The late American critic Roger Ebert once wrote in his review of Betty Blue that “love is not the same thing as nudity.” While I understand the provocative edge of his comment, it’s important to say this: the essence of Betty Blue lies far beyond its nudity or its sex scenes — though they, too, are vital to the film. After all, this is a story about a man and a woman bound together in an all-consuming, volatile relationship.
"I had known Betty for a week. We make love every night. The forecast was for storms."
— Zorg
Zorg lives a quiet, solitary life doing odd jobs and writing a novel. Then Betty enters. And life becomes louder, brighter, more intense — almost immediately. It’s no exaggeration to say that Béatrice Dalle, in her first-ever film role, is the film’s driving force. She is Betty: wild, magnetic, dangerously alive. Jean-Hugues Anglade (Zorg) provides a perfect counterbalance. Their chemistry holds the entire film together, allowing the emotional undercurrents to breathe and swell in harmony.
Dalle was even nominated for Best Actress at the César Awards — no small feat for a debut.
The film is based on the novel 37°2 le matin by Philippe Djian. Beineix once said in an interview:
"A postman brought me the screenplay — or was it the book? There was something mystical about it."
At the time, Beineix was in a creative slump following the underwhelming reception of his 1983 film Moon in the Gutter. But Betty Blue reignited something.
And it shows.
Betty Blue is a rich, stylistically diverse film. When I speak of dimension, I mean the characters’ internal depth — the way they connect with themselves and the world around them. Visually, it reminds me of Bertolucci’s Stealing Beauty: colorful, sun-drenched, dreamlike. But what really stands out is the way it captures human relationships. There's joy in the way it embraces life — the chaos, the silliness, the warmth. But there's also a darker truth: each of us carries an Achilles’ heel.
"Betty was a wild horse who had cut her hamstring. She had tried to jump over a wall and now she was trying to get back up. What she thought was a meadow was a gloomy pen. She couldn't bear the immobility. She wasn’t made for that."
This is the heart of the film — a woman who can’t be still, a man who tries to hold her, and the intensity of a love that’s as ecstatic as it is doomed.
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