Mektoub, My Love: Canto Uno (2017)

late-night dancing, Charlotte begins taking Tony more seriously than he takes her, Ophélie tries to balance friendship, lust and her absent fiancé, and Amin remains stranded behind his camera, trusted by the women but incapable of declaring what he wants. Abdellatif Kechiche stretches these encounters until they stop feeling written: conversations repeat, overlap and change temperature; glances expose what the dialogue dodges; jealousy slips into a room before anyone admits it. The three-hour running time will test viewers who require a tidy plot every ten minutes, yet its looseness is also the point. This is youth remembered as a chain of beaches, meals, secrets, hard-ons, disappointments and nights that seemed capable of lasting forever. A visit to Ophélie’s family farm, including the painstaking birth of lambs, unexpectedly gives the film its emotional centre—a raw image of life arriving while the human characters make a glorious mess of theirs. Later, a marathon nightclub sequence turns the whole picture into a sweaty carousel of desire, with bodies dancing, watching and competing while Amin hovers at the edge. It is sensual, funny, frustrating and blatantly voyeuristic, but the cast’s natural performances make these beautiful young idiots feel like people rather than figures in a summer fantasy.

The story takes place in 1994, when nobody was checking a mobile phone every twelve seconds and courtship still required beaches, cafés, rumours and face-to-face nerve. Shot around Sète on France’s Mediterranean coast, the film drinks in the broad beaches, white-hot sunlight, harbour-town streets, crowded family restaurant, rustic sheep farm and dim bars before plunging into a thumping Eurodance club. The soundtrack mixes period pop, raï and disco with more solemn music, creating a strange blend of holiday euphoria and half-formed melancholy. The vibe is less conventional romance than a sun-dazed memory: Rohmer-style chatter after several drinks, with more cleavage, louder bass and far less restraint. Kechiche’s handheld camera stays close enough to catch every nervous smile and hungry stare, making the experience immersive almost to the point of exhaustion. You do not simply observe this summer; you leave feeling as though sand has followed you home in your shoes.

Ophélie Bau is the film’s knockout presence: earthy, voluptuous, warm and utterly believable whether she is delivering lambs, teasing friends or dancing with shameless physical confidence. Kechiche’s camera is frankly obsessed with her breasts, backside and bikini-clad curves, sometimes admiringly and sometimes so relentlessly that even a red-blooded viewer may wonder if the cameraman needs a cold shower. Lou Luttiau brings Céline a slinky, playful bisexual allure, Alexia Chardard gives Charlotte’s holiday infatuation real vulnerability, and Hafsia Herzi breezes in as the uninhibited aunt Camélia, adding comic sexual electricity. There is plentiful topless nudity, lingering close-ups of female bodies and a long, graphic-looking opening sex scene between Tony and Ophélie, but this is not hardcore pornography and should not be confused with the notorious explicit material associated with the later Intermezzo. Canto Uno is erotic through heat, flesh and anticipation—and Ophélie Bau supplies enough of all three to melt the Mediterranean.

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Amin, an aspiring screenwriter living in Paris, returns home for the summer, in Sète, South of France. It is a time of reconnecting with his family and his childhood friends. Together with his cousin Tony and his best friend Ophélie, he spends his time between the Tunisian restaurant run by his parents, the local bars and the beaches frequented by girls on holiday.