So I was listening to "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy" for the 12thish time....
And holding something that was glued and drying in one hand, and caressing the Gary Oldman Wikipedia page trying to find out why. Thefuck. He didn't get an Oscar in 2011 for this role because it is the single most restrained, microscopically subtle, and orgasmically badass performances on film...
I was doing all that, and read this sentence:
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I think that repression thing is why I'm such a fan of period English drama. I love period Japanese, Chinese and Korean drama for the same repression, but I've (unfairly) decided that far eastern cinema dislikes a period love story with a happy ending :). I almost never see a period far eastern drama where the couple I ship don't end in tragedy. I still watch again and again... hoping one or both of them don't die, lol.
I have screamed, "Why do you hate happy love!" at several movies before. I'll admit that.
But. I digress.
I love period British and even modern British cinema because they tell stories of masterfully repressed emotion.
The wonderful thing about repressed emotion is that it's like coiled potential energy waiting... trembling with the strain of being held back... until it EXPLODES ALL OVER EVERYTHING.
guh.
love.
It's no wonder I tucked mulderscully into my heart so snuggly.
I have a type
of story
that is SO my type.
RHr is exactly that type.
That ACHING strain of glances and lingering, grazing touches that crackle up your arm and down your spine.
guh.
You have to see the 2005ish version of Pride and Prejudice, because there is a BRILLIANT moment that Mr. Darcy helps Elizabeth Bennet into a carriage with a blink of a hand lift, and he clenches the blood from his hand a flexes it like mad a moment later.
I melted into the theater seat.
It's nearly as telling as the moment he groans out that he's been bewitched by her in the pouring rain.
Guh.
And in Sense and Sensibility a decade earlier... Emma Thompson solidified my adoration with her bracing attempt at a faltering smile as she learns all her hopes with the man she secretly loves are dashed... and later... so much later... oh it's beautiful... a tiny crack of overwhelmingly good news breaks her in half and her heart just wails from the screen...
My GOD. I love British film.
*sighs so happily*
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