First, there is being a woman. The softness of your skin, packed within a flowing dress, containing a body you can stretch and push, that’s filled with pains that are ignored, that’s taken, often, against your will. That’s capable of so much that so many won’t see. Or, rather, won’t see right.
Then, there is loving a woman. The softness of her skin, the curve of her ear, the way she touches her forehead or bites her lip. The way those lips press against your lips, forbidden, demanded. The understanding you have of her, of yourself, of her. The fact that you’ll still never know this person, because they are another, and yet they are you.
Finally, there is creation. The softness of skin come to life on canvas. The knowledge that you are good enough, but it is not. Adjusting, erasing, repainting, recapturing. Understanding what they want, feeling what you want, feeling her stare, needing to capture it forever, for a moment. The trying.
It is impossible to write a review or paint a portrait or make a film or exist in yourself or love another separate from the rest. Separate from men and patriarchy, from marriage and heterosexuality, from history and trauma. But with her fourth film, Céline Sciamma attempts this very feat, not by ignoring the impossibility, but by embracing it, by making it her subject.
Portrait of a Lady on Fire is not simply a work of the female gaze, it is not simply a work of lesbian cinema. It is pushing against the boundaries of the screen, frantically, lovingly, desperately, erotically, grasping grasping grasping for a new language, a new way of seeing.
The story is simple. Marianne is a painter, eager to separate herself from the work of her father, resenting the knowledge that if it weren’t for him she’d be married off somewhere. She is stubborn and committed, a true artist. Her eyes are always burning. Her appetite is ravenous.
Marianne is hired to paint the marriage portrait of Héloïse. A man has already failed to accomplish this task, Héloïse refusing to sit, refusing to show her face. She doesn’t want to be married, certainly not to a man in Milan who she’s never met. Certainly not to a man.
Héloïse’s mother informs Marianne that she must pretend to be a companion for walks. On these walks she can study Héloïse and that is how she’ll paint the portrait.
Marianne studies and she paints, falling in love as an act of creation. Every glance thrills her as an artist, overwhelms her as a potential lover, and pains her as a spy.
It would be an injustice to reveal any more details, to describe scenes or moments, to explain the exact way that everything feels just a little too short, always fleeting, until we settle. There are films that shouldn’t be spoiled because of plot twists, and there are films that shouldn’t be spoiled because the specificity of the images cannot be articulated apart from cinema.
I will not reduce actors Noémie Merlant and Adèle Haenel to adjectives. To say they are good or great or brilliant is insufficient. Sciamma’s attempt to capture without controlling allows for their performances to feel accomplished in a way that’s separate from the viewer. They are each other’s only audience.
Like so many men before her, Sciamma has created a tribute to a woman she once loved. (She and Haenel were together in real life for years.) Yet, she interrogates this gaze, always questioning her position as author, always questioning the subjectivity of her subject, or who her subject even is, or if she is even the one with the subject.
There is another element to the story, separate from the art, separate from the romance. There is a young maid who is innocent and knowing, who needs help, and affection. It’s as if Sciamma is insisting that the love between women is vast, sexual and platonic and both, romantic and familial and both. There can be a sisterhood, not for all women, but for those who choose it over the easy comforts of patriarchy. We can support each other, care for each other, love each other. We can sing. We can catch on fire. We can protect one another when the fire starts to consume.
“Do all lovers feel like they’ve invented something?” Héloïse asks Marianne between breaths.
The invention of lesbian cinema is a project as old as cinema itself. But every once in a while there is a work of art so specific, so complex, so new in its oldness and old in its newness, that it moves the craft, our craft, to another level of seeing.
Portrait of a Lady on Fire is one such work of art. Watch it, savor it, live within it. Live within yourself and another. Push beyond it. See, create, exist. Love.
Portrait of a Lady on Fire opens in select cinemas on December 6th.
I saw this a few weeks ago and loved loved LOVED it. I need to watch it again with English subtitles bc I am in Spain right now and not fluent enough to understand every nuance of the subtitles (though I did appreciate knowing when they were addressing each other with the formal “you” and when they switched to the informal “you”–later than I expected) but it was gorgeous and ravishing and perfect. There was one moment of eye contact and observations about each other’s habits that made me crush my popcorn container in my hand. Thank you for this review, Drew! I love the way you talk about movies.
I only found this out recently thanks to reading commentary from others, but the formal/informal switch is Very late, right?! in a 😭 way
Considering the time period, their social classes (also hard to ignore in this movie), and the very short time they spend together, it’s not surprising! My own grandma and great aunt, both from poor families, had lunch together everyday for 50 years and never switched to the informal you. It’s a thing!
ah, thanks for the insight! is it any more or less devastating that there was a switch at all then?
I appreciate the review and also enjoyed the movie. and… can we also have a spoilery place to discuss it because I have some serious questions?!
Yes! Spoilers, discussions and MEMES (I memed the hell out of this movie however impossible it might seem)!
It is SUCH a good film. It is : of women; with women; by women. Harsh and loving throughout.
Celine Sciamma and Adele Haenel have been making amazing work together, and this is a work of maturity.
I’m really glad it crossed the borders of France and flew to make its way into the world.
I’m just going to drop it here and then disappear into the abyss before getting torn into shreds by an angry lesbian mob.
Portrait de la jeune fille en feu dethroned Carol.
Farewell my dears.
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One last try.
I’ LOL’ing the angry mob with torches, btw ! Not at the link debacle. Just to make sure :-D
LOL
Off-screen voice: Does it mean all ladies are on fire now?
I agree. This movie gave me the feelings I wish Carol had given me.
Drew, writing about this movie – what a gift! I admit I thought it would be pretentious and boring (the movie, never your writing) but it was simply wonderful.
It’s DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS but with lesbians, Vivaldi that sounds like we hear it for the first time in our life, beautiful reinterpretation of the myth of Orpheus & Eurydice and literally no men on screen.
I wouldn’t even ask, what’s not to like – go see it, welcome that pleasure and that pain, every other film now is just “not the <>” and I haven’t felt it since I saw “Carol” in 2015. It’s like a comet, happens only once in a ouple of years.
[Yes, my friends and family already think I’m obsessed and it’s not only because I bought the tickets for all of them.]
*Every other film now is just “not <>”, sorry, my hands are shaking.
Oh, it’s not my hands, there’s some black magic automatically removing the title from the comment! What a relief!
I’ve been waiting to read this perspective ever since seeing the film, I guess feeling this seen by both of the above is how some people feel all the time, amazing.
I was lucky enough to see it in June at my local film festival and have been thinking about it basically every day since. my tip for anyone seeing it for the first time is to go in as unspoiled as possible and just enjoy, it’s such a rare sensation to see something like this.
How do I watch it in the US? I don’t see any theater showings near SF or sites where I can rent it online. 😥
December 6th! Sorry just added that at the bottom.
“Portrait of a Lady on Fire” will be available for an exclusive one-week run in New York (at the Angelika) and Los Angeles (at the Arclight in Hollywood) starting on Friday, December 6. Two months later, it will go into wide release on Friday, February 14, when it will be available everywhere.
Drew excellent reviews as always… do you happen to have a letterbox?
I don’t! But I do have an extensive Mubi account. Most of the 226 lists are not up to date so don’t judge based on my favorite movies of 2011. lol
The lesbian representation and trans representation lists are up to date though!
https://mubi.com/users/20344
I have seen this movie three times now and have never had film impact me this way. It’s like it’s gotten inside of me, in love with it, with the creators. I wish i could go back in time and watch it for the first time. It’s a love story and a very political film as well. Go in unspoiled. But afterwards watch the interviews with Celine Sciamma, Adele Haenel and Noemie Merlant. They add so many layers and hearing them talk about the creative process give me so much joy. Also, Adele Haenel is simply breathtakenly beautiful. When she smiles for the first time in the film, it seared into my brain and heart. Hearing her speak in interviews is just a goddamn delight because she’s so eloquent and has a unique mind. She always talks about how Cate Blanchett in Carol is an inspiration. Imma go ahead and say something controversial: but she’s even better. This film is a cinematic masterpiece, probably the best film I’ve ever seen. Go watch it!
I wanted to share a piece of interview, a few words of Celine Sciamma. It’s relevant to the movie but it’s also just very interesting on its own. So the movie brings the discussion of the history of the women who were artists and painters in those periods but it also brings us to muses :
“The word muse has been associated with a form of passivity. Fetishized, passive women only inspiring by their presence. But in reality it hides the fact that they were co-creators, the brain in the room.
Women, painters, writers, etc. have been pushed from Art History but also the status of muse has been reduced to the idea of silent inspiration when it was a part they could play, contributing to the work.”
I love this. Thanks for sharing.
Exactly, this is so distinctive in the movie that the portrait is painted in a creative act of partnership, not any form of inequality, relation of power etc.
Everything there is so concious – [now something spoilery so please don’t look if you haven’t seen the film] let’s take the dialoge between Marianne and Heloise about women not being allowed to paint nude male models – Sciamma identifies with this prohibition and changes it into a creative strategy for the whole movie, getting rid of men almost at all (or using them as a jumpscare if we use horror categories). A genius, that’s who she is!
Im throwing in the ”lesbian blazers” comment again coz why not!
i’ve been wanting to see this film for AGES and only just managed to see it and HOLY SHIT!!! IT WAS AMAZING??????????????????????? and then to come back home and read this review —- oof. thank you, drew, for this.
Drew, the reverence you hold for this movie got me really curious. The film has finally made its way to Australia and I went to see it tonight.
I can’t adequately put into words how I feel, but WOW, was I blown away. A truly exquisite work of art. Absolutely a cinematic highlight for me this decade.
Finally, finally got to see the movie last night and one of my first thoughts as the credits rolled was, “Now I can go read Drew’s review on Autostraddle!” ⚡️ does not disappoint!!
Meanwhile in France ! Adele Haenel, lesbian IRL and having publicly shared her trauma after she was sex.harassed as a kid by a movie director, is the only one to stand up, say “fuck you” and leave the room in the middle of the biggest movie awards in France as the prize for directing is awarded to child rapist Roman Polanski. Outside, Sciamma waits for her.
She’s pretty much a role model for every French lesbian I know right now and we all wish Sciamma and her a lot of courage, a lot of love and a lot of tea.
Drew, I initially read this review back in November and was like “I need to see this movie,” and now I finally got the chance! It absolutely ruined me. Maybe the best movie I’ve ever seen. And it was a treat to go back and re-read your review.
Ack I am so obsessed with this movie and in love with Adele Haenel. Very sad I am stuck inside and can’t go to the theater to see it again a thousand times
Earlier today I realised that I am a lesbian. I already knew I was asexual, but today I found another part of me and was able to name it.
Then tonight I watched Portrait of a Lady on Fire, and I don’t believe I have ever cried so hard or so deeply before. I cannot put into words how I feel about this film, but I feel.
Aug. 13, 2020.