Anything but Indifference ...

The passion of love of two young women first love until death ...
BLUE is the sensitive story of a teenager who discovers his crazy love for a woman. She has not decided, it fights against, she turns, she doubt she suffers. There really is something poignant in the history of Clementine lost in uncontrollable impulses, ridden under another and especially for itself.

The metaphor of rebirth is subtle: adolescence is a time when the child comes out of its shell to become an adult. During this time, here it is a prey to all kinds of questions that will determine his life. More than a story about homosexuality, BLUE tells the journey of initiation of Clementine who has not chosen his passion nor his mode of expression.

Julie Maroh knows regain teenager voice; she paints credible scenes of this life shared between studies, pleasures and doubts. It is also grateful to him not to fall into caricature: boys are not morons not think "Queue", homosexuals are not reduced to hypersexué stereotype. There 's no scabrous or provocative scenes, changing feelings is natural. When our two friends finally consummate their passion, the drive that has developed a lot of empathy towards them shares their pleasure. And if the image of a kiss and a cunnilingus shocks mentalities, that's a shame, even sad about the vision of female sexuality ...

The love between Clementine and Emma is told over several years with its joys and its many constraints. The drawing Meroh is very pretty, compromise between the European drawing and manga. Full of curves appropriate to the female body, our friends have a feline look that reminds sometimes the line of Gabriel Rodriguez in the otherwise poignant Locke & Key

However the story is not without drawbacks: a lot of spelling mistakes, clumsy thoughts bubbles since the story is seen through the logbook Clementine and a rhythm a little jerky. While Maroh takes his time and beautifully brush changing feelings of the two girls, the maturity of the relationship does not lintéresse. Maroh and escapes the stereotype of the routine that results from adulthood, as if the passion was the prerogative of adolescence and that responsibility necessarily entailed boredom.
also plays a little strong melody podge way of Love story, even if ultimately the coward heart of the image is quite appropriate.

A beautiful story that is closed heavy heart and a small lump in the throat. In describing the birth of love as a mutation, and despite some naive effects Maroh aptly speaks of love, life, death.

Unknowingly, she may be writing its Blankets.