Oh Betty Blue...you really know how to get someone goin'. Whether she's deliriously pounding a bottle of wine, huffing down butts, wearing nothing but an apron or experimenting in the kitchen, she is irresistible. Okay, yes, she might be borderline-psychotic but her intense passion, and impulsiveness is somehow magnetic and attractive. Plus, her laugh. I mean, come on.
There was red flag after red flag for Zorg, but again, she was impossible to resist. As they move away from the sexiness of the beach into the city, Betty's issues come to rise and good old handyman Zorg can't dodge her instability anymore.
As if this film isn't already jam packed with French stereotypes (puffing cigarettes, drinking red wine like it's water, slow afternoons, steamy morning sex, romantic music somehow playing on every corner), theres that goddamn kitchen. The most iconic, rustic kitchen that lets the golden hour shine through like the walls are translucent. Somehow fresh bountiful flowers always make their way to the counter, making even dirty dishes look beautiful.
I've noticed as Betty Blue's insanity rises, she wears more aprons. Aside from her fall into madness, I find myself relating to Betty Blue. She spends all of her time either writing, reading, or in the kitchen. She falls very hard and gets stir crazy with cabin fever at the drop of a pin. So if it wasn't for the whole burning down her lovers house - stabbing someone with a fork - slashing a publisher's face for rejecting Zorg's manuscript - rapid sprints through town with hands pummeled with glass and blood - kidnapping a child - gauging her eyeball out - thing, we may just be twins!
Béatrice Dalle inspires me to do a whole bunch of nothing. To feel every little feeling. To drink and eat as much as I feel like while dancing with my shirt half unbuttoned. Oh and to eat more popcicles in minimal clothing. Yes, she is insane, but you can't argue she didn't have personality. The crazy ones often have the most of that, right?