It felt like it was lacking something for me, even though it was always at least fine. Maybe I expect more whimsy from Demy. Maybe I wish the movie was more focused on the woman, even though I understand the narrative use of using the fresh faced boy as the vehicle, he just was not nearly as interesting.
An odd experience that I enjoyed, if from a distance. Everything about it technically is fantastic, feels like Cocteau’s Beauty and the Beast filtered through Demy’s pop art, but not as moving as that film. I’d like to read more about the source material, because I’m curious what drew Demy to it. Such striking imagery, perhaps it will grow on me.