A few years ago, I saw a movie called “Blue is the Warmest Color” about a lesbian relationship between a younger and (relatively) older woman, which disintegrated as the younger woman decided she was not sure of her sexuality.
It was a beautiful, incandescent film, full of startling sequences of physical intimacy. It was a landmark. It attracted favorable critical appreciation, and made it’s two stars famous.
And now we have this.
Why now? Why not the minute you experienced this harassment? Why didn’t you leave the set and go to the police? Why did you wait until the film was released, until it was acclaimed?
And why is the author, Julie Maroh, more concerned about getting recognition for her source material than she is about making her own film, if she really believes she could make a better one?