Bonjour, Notre Amis! We are so excited to watch and discuss Portrait of a Lady on Fire with you tonight starting at 7:30pm ET. We will be in here chatting amongst ourselves and also on Twitter using the hashtag #DamesOnFire.
Well, I loved it again. I did remember the last scene (at the orchestra) being MUCH shorter and ending with Héloïse walking out--the actual version is EXCRUCIATING?
This household of 3 women on island is honestly looking especially great to me right now. (And I am a person known to talk about my interest in living in some kind of ideal commune with friends -- one where we get plenty of individual space.)
The main flaw in this paint her but don't let her know you're painting her strategy so far is that those paints have such a distinctive & strong odor that for SURE the paint-ee must know what's going on
As a person who spent much of my adolescent years in art classes (and got very focused on portraiture/figure drawings), I'm still very into the close-ups of the art making process.
Watching this movie on New Year's Day CERTAINLY sent me into a Hinge Binge of swiping yes on woman because PHEW the longing in this film! P O T E N T!!!
From the depths of "school cancelled tomorrow because it's too cold" grey winter, I cannot describe how envious I am of this deep blue sea / clear blue sky combo / sandy cliffs combo.
Hello, friends! I am realizing that this might have been the last movie I saw in theatres before the pandemic and that is a thing I have unclear Feelings about.
Salut, Substack chatters! Too many straight people follow me on Twitter, so I am here instead.
I have seen this movie once before, but in chunks, because I kept convincing myself I understood French well enough to stop reading the subtitles, and then fell asleep instead due to the comforting, half-comprehensive wash of Repressed Feelings.
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Still love this on my third watch through.
Well, I loved it again. I did remember the last scene (at the orchestra) being MUCH shorter and ending with Héloïse walking out--the actual version is EXCRUCIATING?
I just really think this movie might be flawless.
This household of 3 women on island is honestly looking especially great to me right now. (And I am a person known to talk about my interest in living in some kind of ideal commune with friends -- one where we get plenty of individual space.)
The casual "oh, it's to keep us from doing Great Art." !
IT DOESN'T EXPLAIN *ALL* HER LOOKS THOUGH
AHHH the 'vous me manquez' of it all
Are your historical ladies even lesbians if they don't smoke a pipe?
Agh, this maternal "I'm giving her everything I--I mean she--could ever want!" Milan convo.
The main flaw in this paint her but don't let her know you're painting her strategy so far is that those paints have such a distinctive & strong odor that for SURE the paint-ee must know what's going on
Love an Important Gay Hand Admiration Moment.
As a person who spent much of my adolescent years in art classes (and got very focused on portraiture/figure drawings), I'm still very into the close-ups of the art making process.
A mesh mask and a mask under a nose. This is upsetting.
I'm ready for snow to be done so I can go for a comfortable walk. (I fear I will slip and fall on ice). Also, that cape.
Watching this movie on New Year's Day CERTAINLY sent me into a Hinge Binge of swiping yes on woman because PHEW the longing in this film! P O T E N T!!!
From the depths of "school cancelled tomorrow because it's too cold" grey winter, I cannot describe how envious I am of this deep blue sea / clear blue sky combo / sandy cliffs combo.
Hello, friends! I am realizing that this might have been the last movie I saw in theatres before the pandemic and that is a thing I have unclear Feelings about.
Marianne's face is like..what if Keri Russell & Emma Watson had a baby?
Mon dieu! There's no way I'm the first person to remark that every shot of this film is so painterly
Salut, Substack chatters! Too many straight people follow me on Twitter, so I am here instead.
I have seen this movie once before, but in chunks, because I kept convincing myself I understood French well enough to stop reading the subtitles, and then fell asleep instead due to the comforting, half-comprehensive wash of Repressed Feelings.