Destiny, My Love: First Song's reviews
Media reviews
The Guardian
It spends its time among unfeasibly beautiful young people in microscopically tiny swimming costumes, and moves with them in a trance of heightened physicality, drifting across beaches, bars and dancefloors. The mood is dreamy unseriousness qualified occasionally by temporary stabs of jealousy or misery. The sexiness isn?t promiscuous exactly; more directionless.
The Playlist
Mektoub titillates without ever delivering the up-to-your-eyes immersion that the filmmaker?s best work deals in, and after three long hours, nobody?s changed, nobody?s learned anything and no one?s grown any older, except the audience.
Variety
Another gorgeous three-hour study of young, attractively housed hearts in often turbulent motion, Mektoub is a frequently seductive sensory epic of equivalent ambition.
Empire
It goes nowhere fast and Kechiche?s camera consistently ogles his female cast but he remains a terrific director of actors, the intimacy and authenticity conveying a real lust for life to sweeten the hefty running time.
The Hollywood Reporter
Though it is convincingly played and sensually shot, the film has about as much narrative as the characters have parts of their bodies covered on the beach.
Indiewire
?Mektoub, My Love? is never about anything more than its own style.
Screen Daily
But Kechiche has developed an almost unique ability to give surfaces depth
El País
Despite his undeniable virtues, the film is ballasted by the representation of women body. Kechiche relapse his successful movie 'La vida de Adèle'. The director capture as nobody the electricity of the young period of life.
El Mundo
An enthusiastic hedonism anthem in a film build with feelings to the surface. It's sensory and erotic, deeply erotic.
Fotogramas
'Mektoub. My love: First Song' explains in its 180 minutes of duration the thing that 'Blue is the warmest colour' tries to hide: his condition of male fantasy. When the film get away from his exalted lust the film has arise moments.
El Periódico
The gossip, jealousy and flirtation networks that Kechiche made is a goldsmith work. (There are scenes) that gives the reason to there people who think Kechiche is a sex obsesive.