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The Grammar of a Slow-Burning Gaze

(11/30/25 11:06pm)

A study of film history can’t leave out the profound impact left by the French film industry. In modern times, it has continued to produce films that capture global attention and the viewer's truthful acclaim.In 2019, one of the country’s most visionary female directors, Céline Sciamma, returned with Portrait of a Lady on Fire—a period romance set in the late 18th century, in which a painter, Marianne, is hired to secretly paint the wedding portrait of Heloise, a young woman resistant to marriage. As the two women spend time together in isolation on a remote island, their relationship deepens into a forbidden love that shapes both their lives long after their separation. It’s a film that captures the art of love and memory through the meticulous use of cinematography, narrative and technical film elements.From the very first scene, Celine Sciamma uses clothing not as mere decoration, but as a silent language of desire, identity and rebellion. In the leads’ first encounter, Heloise’s blue hood conceals her hair, creating mystery and anticipation. When Marianne finally sees her unveiled, the exposure of her blonde hair feels like a revelation: the “art of love” unveiled through the female gaze. Marianne, by contrast, wears warm reds and maroons symbolizing her passion and the creative fire of a painter. This makes a pivotal early moment more striking: when her green dress mirrors Heloise’s, it foreshadows their deep emotional connection. This visual echo transcends their established, consistent palettes, through Marianne’s warm reds against Heloise's cooler blues and greens. In the final concert, her red dress signifies remembrance and enduring desire—the remaining embers of the relationship still alive many years after.This language of color is inextricably linked to the film’s use of lighting. Just as costumes define the characters internally, the lighting plays with the constructed world they lived in. A stark contrast exists between the freedom of the island's natural daylight and the dim, candle-lit interiors, which shadow containment and secrecy. Indoors, fireplaces and candles brighten with warmth and intimacy, yet also symbolize confinement within a patriarchal system—the “light” women must create in secret. This manipulation of light peaks in the climactic bonfire scene. Surrounded by women and firelight, Heloise and Marianne are visually isolated by shadows, a dim glow on their faces. The illumination of Heloise’s dress catching fire embodies emotional ignition—a sexual desire fully realized. The objects that fill each frame articulate the film’s deepest themes. It begins during the fireplace scene, where the placement of Marianne’s art supplies and canvases immediately defines her world. The warmth of the fire against the surrounding darkness reflects her isolation. Her nudity firmly establishes her identity not as an object of desire, but as a dedicated artist. This act culminates in a powerful act of rebellion. When Marianne secretly paints herself into the final portrait for Heloise, this is not just a hidden image, it is an act of love that defies invisibility, turning memory into a form of lasting immortality. Yet, the film is achingly aware of art's limitations. This is captured in the devastating sight of the “painting coffin,” as the hammering of the portrait into the wooden box mirrors the hammering of a nail sealing a coffin. It symbolizes the death of their affair, suggesting that while art can preserve memory, it can also become its tomb.The careful arrangement of elements within the frame is given life through Claire Mathon’s precise cinematography. To arouse the female gaze into action, the cloak scene uses an extremely shallow focus on Heloise; the blurred background dissolves the world, emphasizing Marianne's captivated observation. This technique also serves to isolate emotion, as seen when the focus shifts from medium depth to shallow in the bonfire scene, isolating Heloise as her dress catches fire to highlight the moment's emotional intensity. Yet, the camera's role extends beyond intimate observation of active pursuit and framing. In the running scene along the cliffs, the camera’s movement matches Heloise’s agency, overturning passive female metaphoric expression as Marianne chases after her. This portrayal of pursuit and freedom is balanced by scenes of serene equality. In the compositions of the three women working in a number of scenes, the three were seated at equal distances around a table or occupying their own spaces within a room, with the camera shooting them on the same level of ground within the frame—the cinematography visualizes a powerful theme of sisterhood and shared experience of oppression under the patriarchal structure. The film's powerful visual language is matched by an intentional soundscape, where silence and music are used to create effect. Throughout the film, nondiegetic music was rarely used; in fact, complementary music appeared just once. The foundation of the film’s soundscape depended almost entirely on diegetic sound: the sound of nature originating from the background and of the physical interaction between props. The crash of sea waves and the crackle of fireplaces ground the film in a raw, tactile realism. This silence and use of natural sounds amplify the sincerity of the scenes, signaling the moments where music does appear transformative and critical to the point. The first break in the silence is the bonfire chant, “Fugere Non Possum.” This is not a song, but a rhythmic ritual born from the women's own voices. It builds to a moment of raw, communal power, representing a collective female awakening. The Latin lyrics, meaning “they cannot escape” or “they come fly,” create an equivocal sense of freedom and restraint, channeling a spirit of rebellion, just as director Celine Sciamma intended.The film's ultimate auditory symbolism is its only use of external music: Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons: Summer.” Heard years later at the concert, also serving as the final ending scene, its forceful intensity breaks the established silence and slow-flowing sadness. This sound creates a stark contrast with the film's natural soundscape, mirroring the climax of unspoken emotion between the ladies. At this moment, the music itself becomes the dialogue, articulating everything about love, loss, and memory that lies beyond the words the lovers cannot exchange.The film's emotional authenticity is curated in the restrained and nuanced performances of its leading actresses. Noemie Merlant, as Marianne, centers her performance on the act of observation, playing the role of an observer. Her performance represents quiet internal transformation, where longing and emotional development become visible almost solely through the intensity of her gaze. In contrast, Adele Haenel’s Heloise communicates a world of feeling through subtle microexpressions—flickers of emotion that break through the surface, lighting up a journey from enforced duty to awakened desire.Their chemistry feels less like a performance and more like a discovery. The quiet intimacy that unfolds—through shared laughter, exchanged glances, and unconsciously mirrored body gestures—builds a relationship that feels authentically tender and natural. This dynamic highlights a profound equality between them, an equal authorship over the story they are building together. Consequently, their eventual separation resonates not as a clean tragic ending, but as a permanent and haunting alteration that lingers in the rest of their lives.At its heart, Portrait of a Lady on Fire is a story about the act of creation itself—the creation of art, love and memory in a world that denies women the right to control their own lives. The plot, a simple story of a painter and her subject falling in love, becomes a profound exploration of the female gaze. This gaze, embodied by Marianne, is not merely observational but generative. Through looking, studying, and painting, she doesn't just capture Heloise’s beauty, she helps bring her true self into a state of being.This dynamic is solidified in the film's central motif and mythological metaphor: the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. The myth is reinterpreted, as both women take turns playing Orpheus. Marianne looks back before leaving the residence and physically exiting Heloise’s life, condemning their love to memory. But Heloise, too, turns back—at the cliffside and in the hallway—claiming agency over her own fate and memory. This reframes their separation not as a tragic failure, but as a series of conscious, painful choices. The final, haunting question of the concert scene—did Heloise choose not to turn—elevates their story from a doomed affair to an eternal, active remembrance. If Orpheus’s choice to turn back was the decision of a poet, preserving love through remembrance and not the state of being together, what about Heloise’s? In the end, the film argues that love and art are intertwined acts of defiance. Marianne’s final portrait, which hides her own image, is not just a token of love, but a rebellion against invisibility. Their brief affair, though ending in separation, becomes an immortal creation. The film suggests that while societal restraints can enforce physical separation, the worlds we create through memory, art, and a shared gaze are a form of liberation that lasts forever. Like Marianne and Heloise, the constraints of their time forced them apart, but the art they created granted their love eternity, defying even life's inherent ephemerality.Portrait of a Lady on Fire endures not as a tragedy of separation, but as a triumphant feminist reimagining of the mechanics of storytelling. It counters the traditional male gaze with its consolidation of outstanding artistic expression through the female gaze, transforming it from an act of possession into one of recognition and creation. In this light, the film proposes its most essential thesis: that love, though temporally bound, can achieve a form of eternity through disparate forms of perseverance. It is immortalized not through possession, but through the art and memory it inspires, making the affair between Marianne and Heloise a permanent, slow-burning source of light.


The Silent Dystopia: What Classic Novels Warn Us About the Modern World

(10/29/25 5:18pm)

We often imagine a terrible future as something loud and obvious—a robot stomping on your face, or rebellion gun-fighting in the streets. But what if the most effective dystopia isn't the ones we fear, but ones we unknowingly endorsed? What if control doesn't feel like oppression, but like convenience? The warnings from across-time classic novels depicting fallen societies are not about dramatic takeovers; they are about the slow, quiet deprivation of our freedom, our thoughts, and our very humanity. And if you look close enough, you might see their echoes all around us. “Big Brother” in Your Pocket The greatest tool of a controlling society is surveillance. The defining fear of surveillance is a government always watching, knowing your every move to enforce obedience through fear and physical force. Today, that watchful eye is in our pockets. We carry smartphones that track our location, purchases, and conversations with close friends and family members. Social media platforms use algorithms that learn what we favor and then show us more of it, creating a personalized reality. It’s a softer control than a secret armed force, but the effect can be similar. As in George Orwell's 1984, the world is being shaped by hidden forces that monitor our behavior and daily life, not necessarily to punish us, but to subconsciously impact our decision-making and keep us engaged in forced ideals. Studies have shown that social media platforms—with their predominating power of algorithms—have been quietly influencing the political beliefs of individuals, by feeding users likeminded content, even if it is harmful.This reinforces one-sided opinions rooted deep within unbudging mindsets: a process otherwise known as the feedback loop. We are being watched, and we willingly carry the device that does it. The horror of artificial intelligence collecting information about you doesn’t seem explicit—until you realize that companies are profitting from knowing you better than you know yourself. Pacified By Pleasure Another powerful form of control isn't fear, but pleasure. What if people are kept in line not by force, but by entertainment and the pursuit of happiness? This is the horrifying reality of our consumer world. We are offered a constant stream of new content, new products, and new ways to stay comfortable and engaged in recreational entertainment. The more we’re exposed, the more engaged we become. The more engaged we become, the more pleasure we consume. The more pleasure we consume, the less we question the sources of it. The real danger, as Aldous Huxley warned in Brave New World, is that we will be so pacified by our comforts and distractions that we won't feel the need to question, to challenge, or to seek deeper meaning in life. Why bother fighting for freedom when you can scroll through your phone for feeds, binge a show, or get a quick dopamine hit from a like or subscribe? Our modern "soma" is the endless chase for convenience, and it can make us passive citizens in our own lives—lulled into obedience not by fear, but by satisfaction.In Brave New World, pleasure becomes the ultimate tool of control. Instead of ruling through fear or pain, the World State keeps its citizens satisfied through constant comfort—casual sex, endless entertainment, and the euphoric drug “soma.” No one needs to rebel when everyone feels good all the time. It’s an unsurprisingly effective system, one that mirrors how our present world chases happiness through consumerism, social media, and convenience. Like Huxley’s citizens, we risk trading depth for distraction—numbing discomfort instead of confronting it, all while mistaking pleasure for freedom.Tearing up the Social Contract The past few weeks have been dramatic for America regarding the ongoing government shutdown in response to the uncompromising political parties. The impact of the shutdown is clear: closed museums, unpaid federal workers, and staffing shortages in national parks. This danger of collapsing social order hinted at the consequences of unraveling the system holding together our fragile peace. The novel Lord of the Flies, by award-winning author Williams Goldings, implanted warnings of the collapsing of societal structures and the devastating results of crumbling humanity as a result of neck-on-neck battles between high-powered authorities. Whether it is Ralph and Jack’s wrestling for dominating power on the isolated island, or Congress refusing to see eye-to-eye over budgeting issues, the biggest victims are always the people and their unstable, nebulous futures. The Unbearable Cost of Sameness In the midst of conflict, convenience is often unpromised. One possible, but dangerous, remedy to this lack of convenience proposed by dystopian classics is sameness. Lois Lowry’s The Giver depicts a dystopian society with enforced harmony—and beneath the veil: the loss of individuality, emotional depth, and sparks of humanity. The illusion of the perfect society ensures the stability of a collective society—at the costs of personal freedom, truth, and identity. When everyone feels the same, no one really feels at all. It’s an unsettling thought in a world increasingly obsessed with generations of young people fitting into trends, aesthetics, and algorithms. From what we wear to how we speak, there’s constant pressure to blend in under the illusion of belonging. When individuality starts feeling inconvenient, sameness becomes the silent tyrant ensuring that you fit in—all at the cost of human originality.A Choice to Be Human These classic warnings are not prophecies of a future we can't avoid. They are mirrors held up to our present. They ask us a simple but profound question: in our pursuit of safety, convenience, and entertainment, what are we giving up? As the reality of a dystopian society starts sinking in, the chilling factor becomes our very failure to acknowledge and recognize the future we’ve prepared ourselves for. The fight against this quiet dystopia isn't fought with weapons. It's fought by choosing to look up from our screens, to seek out diverse and challenging ideas, to embrace boredom and deep thought, and to value real human connection over superficially curated perfection. Our future doesn't have to be a page from a dark dystopian novel—it can be a story we write ourselves, one conscious choice at a time.