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  • Jarman's masterpiece was always going to attract a lazy criticism from the mainstream mindset: pretentious, trendy, self-indulgent etc.

    But to dismiss it out of hand as no better than a first year art student's project is to fail to appreciate the rich narrative.

    The coldness of the blue focusses the mind on what Jarman has to tell us, perhaps far better than any other colour would've done. We cannot help but listen, and take in one very gifted man's grim yet positive perspective on gay life, and a slow death through AIDS.

    Brian Eno's musical score is stark and haunting, with passages of female vocal harmony that are strongly influenced by contempory sacred music from Eastern Europe.

    Watch this film with an open mind: Force yourself to keep staring into the blue yonder, and it will empower you with a new level of vision and perspective.
  • Not sure I could have made much of it without knowing at least a little backstory, and even then, it was somewhat hard to get a handle on at times. It is just 75 minutes of a blue screen, but the audio is surprisingly engaging, and there is some narrative to be found within it.

    There's a good deal of spoken word, often poetic, and sometimes quite moving. Some of the snippets of music used here are also fantastic- not sure if they were sampled and if so where from, but they added a lot.

    Despite the short length, had put off watching this for a while because I wasn't sure I was ever in the right mood for something this different and challenging. Even tonight, it wasn't the perfect movie for this very day, but at least now I'll know what to expect, and can maybe return to it on a day when I'm feeling like I could connect to it more.

    But for the parts that did get to me, and the fact that it was an experiment that was mostly pulled off very well, a good deal of credit must be given.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Honestly, is this really a movie? It's hardly seems like it was. I wouldn't call this a movie, in my opinion, because films to me, are quite literally "moving pictures". There is nothing in the film to look at, besides a single shot of saturated blue color filling the screen for 1 hour & 17 minutes. This isn't a movie. It's an art-house experimental art project! While, it's not a movie, in my terms; Blue does have a way to move its message along the film's run time. It does this, by using audio clips of director Derek Jarman's testimony about his life, assisted by voice actors & actors; John Quentin, Nigel Terry and Tilda Swinton. This is interwoven with beautiful sound effects, and amazing music by Simon Fisher-Turner & Brian Eno, throughout the film. While, the audio-piece does have some unstructured thoughts, coming in, far left and distant right with no clear path in narrative. The majority of it, does tell a somewhat clear story. It tells the story about coming to terms with death. Very heavy stuff. Before the film was even made, Derek Jarman lose his vision due to AIDS-related complications and was near death. In many ways, the single shot of saturated blue color is a metaphor for sightlessness; the blindness before death. In a way, Jarman wanted his final film to mirror his own sight about dying. For the most part, the gimmick kinda works. This experimental film does make the audience, somewhat think. The movie has sound effects of both the wind and the ocean waves, which symbolism, both life (water) and the afterlife (heaven). It gives the viewer, a sense of vision, without the use of the eyes. The talk toward the end of the life about crossing the body of water is so haunting. It remind us as if he's travelling down the River Styx, seeing those friends and lovers that did not make it. The chiming of a gong heard occasionally throughout the film as Jarman reads out the victims of AIDS is very moving. The ticking of the clocks and the tolling of a bell, gives a sense of how much time, he still has left. The film covers all the fear, self-loathing, and even thoughts of suicide that Jarman is going through. The story of the film moves like radio show program or an early version of a video podcast, but since the movie is so melancholy. It's hard for people to get through this film. Some people might find the movie, a bit too depressing to watch. There is little humor in it and much of it, isn't that entertaining. Another problem with the film is the odd mix of emotions. Jarman's out there signature style of lyrical combination of classic theory, anecdote and poetry might, conflict with the realistic tone of the rest of the film as Jarman takes the audience through, the day to day struggles of living with the disease. The reading by Tilda Swinton from the book, Chroma: A Book of Color does not match well, with the rest of the film, in my opinion. Another pet peeve, that I didn't like, about the film is how often, they use the word 'blue' or use the color, as symbolism. Come on! Couldn't Derek Jarman be a little smarter, and use some other symbol as a metaphor of death for once. Hearing the word, 'blue' for the first 30 minutes was alright, but hearing the word, throughout the film was a bit repetitive. Still, that isn't the worst problem with this film. The biggest problem with the film has to be the blue visual. I know that the filmmakers wanted to use the blue screen as a Ganzfeld effect AKA perceptual deprivation effect to get closer to God, but I don't think, it's healthy. Having the brain amplifying neural transmitted electrical signal AKA noise in order to look for the missing visual signals is not a good thing. The noise is interpreted in the higher visual cortex, has gave rise to hallucinations. Not only that, it make the audience get dizzying, nauseating or hypnotic -- depending on your sensory makeup or your attitude to visual deprivation. Overstimulation has been known as a torture device. While, it's good as an allegory to death, it's not good as long term visual. It will cause the loss of one's on vision, especially when it means everything to you. The film remind me of Russian Abstract artist, Kazimir Malevich's Black, White & Red Square paintings from the Turn of the Century. The movie is pretty much, just a big example of Suprematism art. Suprematism is an art movement that focused on basic geometric forms, such as circles, squares, lines, and rectangles, painted in a limited range of colors. In many ways, the movie might be blue print copy of Blue Monochorme by artist, Yves Klein. The movie seem to also very similar to the short-lived ambient sketch-comedy radio program Blue Jam that had a parallel concept. The title of the movie has a habit of getting people, very confused. First off, while, the movie does describe homosexual sex, the movie isn't adult film or amateur pornography. It's not that kind of a blue film. Second off, it's not part of the Three Colors trilogy. Blue, a French drama film by Krzysztof Kieślowski is a different film. The DVD picture quality isn't that good. The old transfer seem to be made from a used cinema copy. It's full of dirt, dust, and reel change mark's every 20 minute. The film also is missing subtitles for hearing impaired. It sucks, particular for a film like this. Overall: While, the monochrome movie might seem pretentious, trendy, self-indulgent. It's also brilliant. Watch this film with an open mind. It might be stressful to watch, but it will empower you with a new level of perspective about life.
  • Many people complained about the triteness or cliche nature of the device of using an all-blue screen for the seventy-some odd minutes of this film. I'd guess that most of these people never saw the film on the big screen.

    If you did see this on a big screen, however, you were sure to notice the tricks your eyes played on you. Jarman, directing this film as he lost his eyesight (and what could be worse for a director?), last saw the color blue. As you watch the film, your eyes become saturated with the color blue, and begin to try and compensate for the overstimulation, shifting to oranges, showing illusionary shapes in the blank field of the screen, and ultimately betraying you. What better allegory for the loss of one's vision, especially when it means everything to you?
  • Derek Jarman's final work is perhaps his most unusual. The visuals are nothing but a solid screen of bright blue. The soundtrack is a montage of sound effects, voice overs, and music. The dialogue is Derek Jarman's coming to terms with himself, and his terminal illness.

    Some will find the whole affair a pretentious bore. Others will find it a moving farewell from a groundbreaking British film-maker who was completely blind by the time the film was completed. He broke the rules, especially with this film, and it's probably how he wanted to be remembered.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    If you like the color Blue then this movie is for you. Because that's the long and short of it. If you close your eyes you might get more out of it besides retinal strain. Meant to be a philosophical journey this film is not for the easily distracted and/or the intellectually impaired. This is a thinking person's movie and it definitely requires a thinking person's mind. If you like this movie let me recommend to you another movie made in 2004 called "What the Bleep Do We Know?". This movie will hit home with people who can relate to the director. I know a got more out of it then most because I can relate to his continuous hospital stays. The idea of waiting and waiting for something to come on the screen mirrors what the director is talking about when he is waiting and waiting to either lose his sight, or his imminent death from aids. A good movie, but definitely not for someone who is not intellectual.
  • bennybenbenj4 March 2004
    There is nothing I can write here that hasn't been written before about this film. A masterpiece. A seemingly 'dull' film. A brave and courageous final farewell from a great man.

    Art for Arts Sake? Ars Gratia Artis? No. Absolutely not. This is a film made by a dying man while practically on his deathbed. His sight robbed of him, what more could an experimental film-maker do?

    A powerful script telling of his life ('I'm sitting in a cafe....'), the things around him (the cyclist who nearly knocks him over to then hurl abuse at him), his lifestyle (I am a cock sucking straight acting lesbian man, I am a not-gay).

    Jarman's Voice Over is the most provocative text about one's own death I know of. Of course, he knew he was dying. His doctors told him he was dying. He goes into graphic details of his medications, his symptoms, his pains. Never again can a film maker describe their own death in such a way, Jarman has done it and done it brilliantly.

    The Blueness also plays a part. After a few minutes I felt angry, annoyed at having to stare at a screen of blue. I tried looking at the floor, closing my eyes, anything to avoid the blue. But I kept looking back.

    A Masterpiece. Simple as that.
  • An interesting and intimate avant garde account of Derek Jarman's life. Together with his closest collaborators, they'll tell the story of blue, a story of a man and a story of what he could have been. It was primarily inspired of the last color Jarman was able to see by this time. HIV has pretty much left him blind and a former shell of himself.

    I only rated it as three out of five since I think while affecting it is not something I believe raises the bar of filmmaking. It will be forever memorialized for being one of cinema's greatest memento mori AND a monument of 90's HIV-LGBTQ+ Storytelling. It will be admired in circles AND I respect that. BUT I view films against others in terms of how it will affect the medium. I think its brute honesty is admirable, its concept unique BUT overall, it is just that A Statement.

    Still Recommended.
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    This artwork can hardly be called the film in our usual sense of the word. It is a revelation. This is a mystery. Something strange and very sad. The perfect combination of story, music and sounds. This is recognition. It's real art. Art of our imagination combined with the narration of the director. Amazing experience! This film must see everyone, who truly loves cinematography. I read reviews about this film on different sites. Many believe that it is not even a movie. But we must understand that any film - it is only a story, it is speaking, which is expressed in the image. All have long drowned in the language. Words are no longer connected with things. This film perfectly reflects this logic. And I like it!
  • Warning: Spoilers
    Blue. Hmmm. Blue, in case you aren't aware by now is a film with no visuals whatsoever, it is simply a blue screen.

    It amuses me no end that reviewers are stating that blue was a better colour to choose over others. As if it's really clever to use the colour blue as opposed to red, or green, or anything. What on earth are they talking about? It's a blank screen. And besides, how do they know blue is better? Have they sat for 79 minutes in front of screens all the colours of the rainbow and afterwards thought "you know, watching a yellow screen just isn't as satisfying as watching a blue one, I'm giving this film a 10"

    I noticed a review on IMDb that has stated this film does not even need visuals. What is a film without visuals I ask you? It's a radio play, surely. The fact that this is released as a film but is nothing but a blue screen is just a joke on the audience. However, as with all 'art' there are always people who will take it really seriously and credit such things as innovative, original, new and refreshing.

    Film is a visual medium. To stare at a blank screen for 79 minutes while listening to narration is entirely pointless.

    Your eyes need visuals and if nothing is happening in front of them they naturally look somewhere else. To have to force yourself to stare at a blue screen is insanity.

    Unfortunately I am unable to comprehend why other reviewers state the blue screen is to be appreciated. I would be willing to bet that had an unknown film maker done such a thing it would not get the respect it is getting. Likewise I do not believe said reviewers would stare at a blue wall and wax lyrical about how stunning it is, but should Derek Jarman (were he still alive) come and frame the wall I can imagine they would never be able to stop talking about it.

    And that is where this film would appear to get its audience - people who would never normally appreciate such things until a respected artist comes along and tells them how wonderful it is.
  • Blue had the prestige to be the first film to be shown on television and broadcast on radio at the same time, something not likely to be challenged for a long time. Naturally this doesn't make it a good movie, and if you think the films blue screen is a gimmick then you'll probably feel the same about this, however, you'd be wrong.

    Pretentious? Well, i think an hour and a half of blue screen by anyone who wasn't going blind at the time would be pretentious, with Blue he was operating within his capabilities, and at the same time giving the viewer an appreciation of what it is to be blind. You think an hour and a half of this is irritating, well I presume Jarman thought that too. Watching the blue screen isn't meant to be fun, but it certainly helps draw attention to what is being said, which is the most important part of all. There was no blue screen when aired on the radio, so you could even argue its superficiality on that point. Once you get over the fact that Jarman has robbed you of anything visual, then can you truly appreciate a very honest piece of work by a talented man
  • Anyone who's been to the Tate in London or MOMA in New York finds themselves facing an interesting dilemma: am I being ignorant or is this some joke I'm not getting? Do I not understand the importance of having a canvas all one color, or is someone getting paid for a much easier job than I have? Should I publicly deride this load of nonsense, or get rid of my briefcase, buy some square black glasses, and get short spiky hair? And so it is with this glorious practical joke of a movie that has Mr Jarman laughing to the bank, Tilda Swinton getting so surreal that at some point her body is going to evaporate from the implausibility of her entire career, and once more goodbye to another ten dollars wasted on a popcorn-less experience at some new weird Village cinema.

    I'd really be interested to hear if anyone disagrees at me, but first please qualify your comments with a disclaimer guaranteeing that you've not taken Class A drugs recently, and don't have said square glasses and spiky hair. Gentlemen, the floor is yours.
  • nunculus5 February 2001
    Losing his eyesight, Derek Jarman made this remarkable short

    feature in which his diaristic reminiscences, and commentary on

    his current degeneration from AIDS symptoms, are set against a

    placid musical score and a cool, empty blue background.

    An obviously simple idea, but what an amazingly rich one: Jarman

    has created the closest movie experience to a director talking to

    the inside of your head. The concomitant feelings of control-losing

    peace and terrifying hallucination (one obviously starts to project

    images into the blue blankness) are...well, so obviously apt, aren't

    they? For a film about spirit, and about the interiorness of

    everyone's reactions, BLUE is remarkably controlled in its effects.

    It provides an experience adult viewers haven't had much since

    childhood--of letting go and getting lost.
  • rsp-514 August 2006
    10/10
    brill
    How do u talk about this film. the only way is 2 go against the film maker and get the cd, or if you have the movie, close your eyes and be one with life.

    Derek jarman is a god 2 me, but listen 2 blue, u will fall in love with the world.

    at the 1994 Oscars, i waited when they showed the people who we lost, jarman was not there. unforgivable. but then chicago is a better movie than gangs of new york.

    I love the IMDb, but who has listened 2 blue ?

    Í place a delphinia, blue, upon ur grave.
  • Bobolink26 August 2004
    Blue is here emptiness, emptiness is blue; blue is no other than emptiness, emptiness is no other than blue; that which is blue is emptiness, that which is emptiness is blue. The same can be said of red, orange, yellow, green, indigo and violet.

    All things here are characterized with emptiness: they are not born, they are not annihilated; they are not tainted, they are not immaculate; they do not increase, they do not decrease. Therefore, in emptiness there is no blue, no red, no orange, no yellow, no green, no indigo, no violet; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind; no form; no film, sound, color, taste, touch, objects, no element of vision, till we come to no element of consciousness; there is no knowledge, no ignorance, till we come to there is no old age and death, no extinction of old age and death; there is no suffering, no accumulation, no annihilation, no path; there is no knowledge, no attainment, no realization, because there is no attainment.
  • People still don't believe me when I tell them there's a feature length film made up entirely of a plain blue screen. A commentary about AIDS and loss, however real and moving, cannot possibly compensate for such a pretentious gimmick. In fact, whatever is being said is obscured, quite literally, as the poor viewer's boredom and frustration sets in.
  • EasonVonn17 November 2023
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    Read it alone in the wee hours of the morning

    The director's death. Seems to have really explored the boundaries of the image after his death. The movie seems to be more than just images, and it was completely and utterly completed through a color and sound. That's not a bad way to die. I haven't seen Derek's work yet, but this is the first movie I've seen about his life.

    He loved life so much, I wish someone would make a movie like this for me before I die!

    We all contemplate the death.

    Read it alone in the wee hours of the morning

    The director's death. Seems to have really explored the boundaries of the image after his death. The movie seems to be more than just images, and it was completely and utterly completed through a color and sound. That's not a bad way to die. I haven't seen Derek's work yet, but this is the first movie I've seen about his life.

    He loved life so much, I wish someone would make a movie like this for me before I die!

    We all contemplate the death.
  • I'd have to agree with some of the other comments and say what a bad idea this was. Tedious to the extreme. For a start, cinema should be full of visuals however good or bad, that's the whole point of a visual/audiable medium. It just seems like a self indulgent piece of art. (Though I suppose all films/art is just that) I genuinely thinkthis would make an interesting radio play. But as a cinematic experience it is VERY poor. Watching a blue screen continually for 2 hours would make anyone shuffle in their seat. Can't imagine what the edit must have been like!!! Even the voice over seems a strained and boring though, like someone reading from a book for the first time. A lack of passion almost for the material.

    For radio 6 out of 10. For Film 3... and that's at a push.
  • Warning: Spoilers
    The film is not a film. It is a radio show. Derek Jarman is dying of AIDS and he tells us how he sees his disease and his coming death. For him the color is blue, because blue is the sky, it is absolute limitless space and it is the perfect color for going to the other side of the gate or door or portal you have to cross on your last breath. After that point you do not need to breathe any more.

    The story, if it is a story, is poignant but told on a rather desultory tone and with as much poetry as possible. He explains what this disease means for him and probably for many others in his case. He repeats the names of the men he has loved and who may have infected him or who he may have infected. Sad and tragic that love led to death. I say love and I follow Derek Jarman on that term, but in fact it was not love. It was sexual intercourse and most of the time nothing much more in those post 68 years when everything was possible and everyone was doing it. Well everyone, not, really, but many considered promiscuity as a norm and bisexuality as a must.

    As Derek Jarman says he has to resign himself to the disease and the coming death. The drugs used in those years were very experimental, had tremendous side effects and were nothing but tinkering about with what doctors had under their hands and fingers and research went very slowly, when it was funded, which was not the case everywhere in the world.

    And then Derek Jarman has to come to terms with his life, what he had done, what he would have done, what he did not do, and he has to build a balance sheet of his work: has he achieved enough for his films to survive his own death? Probably, though some of these films are aging rather fast. And then he has to push suicide aside and he has to cope with the pain and try to find some peace of mind to move on and pass to the other side in serendipity. And his telling his last moments of consciousness on this planet must have helped him to find some catharsis with death.

    Apart from that the radio show that is behind this constant blue screen is a testimony of a social and human situation and it is nothing else. The testimony is done with great talent but it is being carried away by the wind of time. The situation does not have any duration in itself. It is already in the past for the countries where safe sex is a real objective and the present treatment is available. It will not cure you but it will give you a more or less normal life for quite a good number of years.

    But it remains necessary to revisit what it was in the past not to slacken our efforts to find a real cure.

    "Glitterbug," that generally accompanies this "Blue," is only a montage and collage of tit bits from Derek Jarman's personal super eight and video documents he left behind after his death. This film is a testimony about him and his work and life in order to pay our respects to the departed filmmaker.

    Apart from that dimension the film does not really bring anything new about the man or his films. And since it was not professional camera work, it is not even comparable to his work. So this documentary gives us an intimate vision of the man and the people around him and this is a good thing to give some human depth to a man who went away too fast.

    Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
  • As the title implies, during the whole film the screen is simply the color blue - with voice-overs. Exceedingly irritating and artificial idea.
  • Derek Jarman was a British film maker who's films were an acquired taste for some,and reason to delight for others. He started out as an painter, and got into film from being a set designer for such films as Ken Russell's 'The Devils'. He started out making simple (but never simple minded) 8mm films,moving eventually to 35mm features. Along the way, he experimented,resulting in films such as 'The Garden'. In 'Blue' (a.k.a.Derek Jarman's Blue),he was nearly blind,as a result of AIDS, and wanted to film his final testament. The result is nearly 80 minutes of what appears to be blue light struck leader (generally used at the beginning of each reel of film,so as not to allow direct light on screen),augmented with spoken text,some of which by some of Jarman's favourite actors (Tilda Swinton),with various realms of music (classical,ambient,etc.). As with other experimental/expanded cinema, this film will leave some cold,and delight others. Not rated by the MPAA,but contains some naughty language
  • Jarman's "Blue," a feature consisting entirely of a blue screen with voice-overs, has succeeded in annoying viewers with its seemingly uninventive approach to the cinematic personal narative. As so much of what we have come to consider "good" filmaking relies primarily on our sense of sight and our ability to absorb and process hundreds of CGI critters flashing before our eyes, it is easy to forget that a "good film" relies as much if not more so on the story than it does on the visuals.

    Jarman's story is one that does not need visuals to support it. Reflecting upon his life in the face of his rapidly approaching death, Jarman's memories and meditations offer the viewer (listener, really) a window into the soul of a director who is losing the most important sense he could posses: his sight. Blue was the last color available to him before AIDS related complications robbed him of his sight. As he stands before death and stares it straight in the face, Jarman's writings put forth a suprising feeling of calmness, as he has accepted his own finitude and shares his meditations with us in this, his last masterpiece.
  • " Blue . It`s a colour so cruel " sang The Fine Young Cannibals . BLUE by Derek Jarman can`t be described as being cruel in anyway , but that`s probably the kindest thing I can say about this movie , I can find a thousand adjectives none of them complimentary to describe BLUE . The idea of art for arts sake sickens me and the idea of watching a " movie " composed of a blue background with a narrator speaking from everything from Bosnian refugees to death doesn`t appeal to me even if it does contain ambient muzak and sound effects . I do confess that I watched BLUE when it recieved its TV premiere on channel 4 a few years ago but that was only down to the publicity surrounding it and you have to ask if it was made by a mainstream director who was dying from lung cancer would it have been given the same hype ?
  • Derek Jarman's "Blue" is amazing. the blue screen amplifies the sad and vivid sound-track. at times fast, at times slow. Jarman's dark sense of humor peaks out every now and then. very hard to watch the whole movie with out a break. a great sound-track for a long drive in the car.