Blue was a tragedy, White was a comedy, so it’s only fitting that Red would be a third great staple of dramatic presentation: Romance. It’s not a romance though in the traditional sense of the word, more a deeply romantic film, that culminates in an implied romance, and features romantic characters, but throughout no real romance it focuses on. It’s an entrancing investigation into fate, as is the trilogy.
It's the most iconic film of "Trois Couleurs" but there are some problematic scenes that disturb the very interesting moral and social conflict of the movie. But it's very entertaining and, in certain moments, unforgetable - just like the other two movies.
A bizarre plot often gazing at its own navel makes Red a hard case to follow or even care about. Irene Jacobs is the plausible French model in unconvincing gear as compassionate lonesome Valentine. People traumatised for life after trivial mishaps often exasperate intelligence. The need to often shout at Jacobs and Trintignant urging them to stop sucking their own thumbs and getting a grip is difficult to supress.
3/3 Still unsure if I prefer Rouge of Bleu. Bleu seemed much more melancholic and mature, this one feels much more sweet and approachable, even despite the ending. I'll probably still be thinking about this trilogy in a week (except for Blanc. Fuck that)