Betty (Beatrice Dalle) is a batshit crazy psychopath who will ruin your life and get you killed, but she’s smokin’ hot and amazing in bed, so who cares? That’s the mindset of some poor idiot handyman (Jean-Hugues Anglade) after he hooks up with the kookiest girl in France, a liaison dangereuse that sets off an emotional roller coaster ride that can only end in tears, madness and perhaps even bloodshed. These two live in a shack on the beach, and she flies into a rage and pours pink paint all over his boss’ car when she discovers that he’s got to paint not one beach house but five hundred; later, she discovers a series of notebooks containing a novel he wrote years ago and makes it her life’s mission to type it all up and get it published. Oh, and they fight and have sex a lot. Sounds oh so French, doesn’t it? If you rented a VHS of Betty Blue back when people still did such things, chances are the tape was mangled and worn over the opening five minutes, which contains a very graphic (and long!) sex scene; now, thanks to the magic of Netflix Instant, you can watch it over and over without those nasty streaky static lines that you desperately tried to fix by adjusting the “tracking” (remember that?). Betty Blue is as cracked as its heroine, and it’s a totally hot Euro-blast; for the record, this is the original 116-minute cut, not the three-hour “Director’s Cut” that Jean-Jacques Beineix inflicted upon us in 2004.