In Review: Colette

The mere presence of sex is not sexy. But tell that to Colette, the new biopic on the famed early century literary sensationalist from Wash Westmoreland and starring Keira Knightley. It’s a film that finds the suggestion of kinky congress to be enough to stimulate, less soberly matter-of-fact about the true sexual adventures of its subject than it is clinical. Here sexuality is like a scientific catalog, presented with the chaste informativeness of a bibliography. “I don’t know if you know this,” the films whispers at us through a musty lace handkerchief, “but people are prone to bump uglies. And in various sorts of ways!”


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