Mary (Kate Winslet) is looking at Charlotte (Saoirse Ronan) who is sitting with someone else in the first row. They came there together and it doesn’t make sense for them to be sitting away from each other. A little before she leaves, Mary looks at Charlotte’s neck. It is quiet, the kind you want to touch and disturb. It is also inviting, the kind you can never be sure of. Nothing is as bitter in your mouth as the taste of watching their naked neck teased away from you.
Women’s hands when they are at work, and in love are the most easiest, most forgotten pleasures. In the picture is an ammonite that Mary and Charlotte heave onto a plank and carry home.
What does it mean to steal a glimpse of her toes while the rest of her body has already surrendered itself to you?
We must learn to be grateful for art that can lead us into love, pleasure, and desire so ruthlessly. Ask for nothing less. It must be exactly like this.
When does body become bodies? Is it still not one body when they are bodies throbbing together?
Crushing on Adèle Haenel today. Read that she walked out of the César Film Awards in 2020 when Polanski was announced best director. She yelled “Bravo, pedophilia”
Watched Portrait of a Lady on Fire, again. It was my first time on Prime Party. Smiled more, bawled less this time. But everything was loaded with more meaning. The looking and being looked at and especially the looking back in return. Adèle Haenel and Director Céline Sciamma met while filming Water Lilies and were lovers till they filmed Portrait of a Lady. So I died a little and went and watched Water Lilies. Looked again at Adèle Haenel (Floriane) as she changed her top in the metro, put lipstick on while looking at her reflection in the window, and looked at her for Marie as well who was just as drawn as I was.
Became very fida after learning that Adèle Haenel came out and admitted full love for Céline at another award show. Gahhhh. There’s one lovely scene in the film where we are shown the under water side of synchronised swimming. I would never have been able to tell by the way their upper bodies danced that under water- their legs were constantly fighting.
Ultimate hearthrob is Anne who spits in loafer boy’s mouth just when she is about to kiss him.
Nice day. Downloaded a whole bunch of women only films to watch for the next couple of days. As I lie in bed typing this, I’m smiling and wondering if it’s possible to go to bed with a secret every night.