I saw “Blue is the Warmest Color”. Leah Sedoux and Adele Exarchopoulos are sublime. Totally true and transparent. Beautifully realized script. But the director should have hired a lesbian to direct his love scenes. The actresses looked exhausted and confused, like they were in a fake orgasm marathon. The expert Kechiche seems to have had the door of “transcendent female sexuality” slammed in his face. Personally –and to be fair–I think that nudity has the potential to stymy all directors because it can lift the viewer from the narrative. Suddenly you’re in a documentary and all you’re doing as looking at the tits and vaginas (which are, reportedly, prosthetic in “Blue”). Unfortunately there is a trend, spear-headed, perhaps, by Ang Lee’s brilliant Lust/Caution, to demand more and more real sex from actors. One day soon an actor will be a wimp if he or she balks at full penetration. This lust for “reality” is actually making sex scenes less erotic, and it is a minefield in terms of the actors’ rights to dignity. I am not saying this in the spirit of prudery or even feminism. I had no moral qualms about the sex scenes in “Blue”–the actresses chose to allow themselves to enact them. Rather my problem is aesthetic and on the level of craft. I think they were shot with the unblinking eye of the pornographer, rather than the rest of the film, which, though it had me screaming for a medium shot as I entered the third hour, was shot through the lens of a poet.