raptures
Film critic Antonia Quirke once wrote about the rarity of moments that show when characters actually fall in love. Most times, she said, the director bottles it, and a declaration of sorts is made and then we cut to the morning after. It's a shame, a cheat and a waste.
I don't know if this episode of Alles Was Zählt was written to show the moment when two characters fell in love or not. It may be. Regardless, it shows, as no previous scene had, an unfolding of love between them. It was wordless and perfect. I wish more scenes were like it.
A young woman and an older man, a bit shorter than she is, are having secret sex meetups. He has a rather gruff personality and has helped her through many inelegant moments. She can dazzle others with her professional athlete's body and Hollywood teeth, but not him.
They're in the early days of their liaison and still at the point where to meet in private is to kiss without abandon. We see him carry her into his apartment, lips fastened together. She breaks free, moves to the opposite side of the room. There's a brief exchange about phantom jealousy.
She smiles, pushes him gently towards the couch upon which he sprawls. 'Okay' he breathes, amused, the last word of the scene. He is sprawling, unbothered, shoes up. He's waiting to see what sex trick she's going to pull for him.
She starts to pull off her blue macintosh. It should be a practised stripper's movement, but it isn't. She's caught up in his observation of her, and he knows before it passes her shoulders that either she'll be naked underneath or be in sexy underwear. It's the sexy underwear. He didn't need the surprise; the fact and the sight is enough. He moves in such a fluid motion off the couch onto his knees, from the insolent governor of the harem to the single-minded worshipper. His eyes don't leave her.
She walks to him and places a high-booted leg on the couch above him. She's clearly in control now; all the dominatrix signs are in place. His face is flush against her belly and he grasps her legs from behind and kisses it. He looks up; for a moment he wants to gaze upon the woman he's worshipping and not her body.
She meant to keep up this imbalance between them for a bit longer but she's caught by his gaze; she gives it up, she lowers her leg and her head and kisses him. He was supposed to respond to her body and he responded to her; she meant to revel in being above him but she wanted to be with him too much. They repair to the couch; she pulls his shirt off; the scene ends.
They may, or may not, have been supposed to fall in love with each other prior to this scene. But I'd wager this is when they first knew the other shared their feelings. It's wonderful. Thanks, fides.
I don't know if this episode of Alles Was Zählt was written to show the moment when two characters fell in love or not. It may be. Regardless, it shows, as no previous scene had, an unfolding of love between them. It was wordless and perfect. I wish more scenes were like it.
A young woman and an older man, a bit shorter than she is, are having secret sex meetups. He has a rather gruff personality and has helped her through many inelegant moments. She can dazzle others with her professional athlete's body and Hollywood teeth, but not him.
They're in the early days of their liaison and still at the point where to meet in private is to kiss without abandon. We see him carry her into his apartment, lips fastened together. She breaks free, moves to the opposite side of the room. There's a brief exchange about phantom jealousy.
She smiles, pushes him gently towards the couch upon which he sprawls. 'Okay' he breathes, amused, the last word of the scene. He is sprawling, unbothered, shoes up. He's waiting to see what sex trick she's going to pull for him.
She starts to pull off her blue macintosh. It should be a practised stripper's movement, but it isn't. She's caught up in his observation of her, and he knows before it passes her shoulders that either she'll be naked underneath or be in sexy underwear. It's the sexy underwear. He didn't need the surprise; the fact and the sight is enough. He moves in such a fluid motion off the couch onto his knees, from the insolent governor of the harem to the single-minded worshipper. His eyes don't leave her.
She walks to him and places a high-booted leg on the couch above him. She's clearly in control now; all the dominatrix signs are in place. His face is flush against her belly and he grasps her legs from behind and kisses it. He looks up; for a moment he wants to gaze upon the woman he's worshipping and not her body.
She meant to keep up this imbalance between them for a bit longer but she's caught by his gaze; she gives it up, she lowers her leg and her head and kisses him. He was supposed to respond to her body and he responded to her; she meant to revel in being above him but she wanted to be with him too much. They repair to the couch; she pulls his shirt off; the scene ends.
They may, or may not, have been supposed to fall in love with each other prior to this scene. But I'd wager this is when they first knew the other shared their feelings. It's wonderful. Thanks, fides.