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samedi 14 août 2004
 

What inspired this post was a Thought. Something I overheard at the Canteen. And by a film I hadn't seen since 1973, but which arrived from Amazon in the middle of the week.
I'm not even going to write (much) about 'Don't Look Now', starring Donald Sutherland and Julie Christie.
Except to say that it was strange how the very first image immediately brought the whole tale vividly back to mind when I watched it again last night. That it was made by another Nicholas (Roeg), most of whose work I deeply admire.
That as one of the plenty of people who have written volumes about it remarked, it's a film that works on your subconscious.
And that a lot of complete idiots who have reviewed it fully many, many years after it was made complain that the sex in it is tame by today's standards. One, who shall be nameless, even objected to the hot shots of the couple in bed being cut and spliced with scenes where they get dressed, thus "ruining it for me".
This is worse than absurd. It is crass stupidity. To make that scene, Roeg, Christie and Sutherland had so much trust in one another that the actors didn't pretend.
What they did was not merely sex, they made love on screen. And it works. Brilliantly. It's probably still one of the most genuinely erotic and intimate acts ever filmed.

Which takes me to what I overheard a girl say to her friend in the Canteen, a line I've heard often enough but never thought about before.
"My tits," she complained, "are far too small."
And the other one, instead of laughing, commiserated.
Yes. Women say this. That many women worry that their bust has become less firm than it was, to the extent of creating an industry, I can kind of understand.
That starved breasts in obscenely poor countries can't feed starving kids I understand. But what on earth does "too small" mean?
If you're going to come up with banal answers based on some of the many episodes the sex act can include, that's fine, unnecessary and totally beside the point.
Those you can send me on the back of a postcard from a glitzy overcrowded beach on the Riviera.
Julie Christie happens to have very small breasts and so what?
She was a beautiful woman and still is a beautiful woman.
Now the Kid's reached the age where some girls start to wonder if their boobs will be big enough.
I'm lost.
Unlike the Kid...


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