I was just back from this gay-themed movie. Surround by les couples(I mistook some of them for "man"& women) with flashes of seductive scenes, I was caught by a feeling which "took the form of hilarity charmed into stillness"(quote from The Bostonians, 中文大意是死憋住不敢笑出声,僵在那里), losing sense of reality.
After the shooting, one women told her friends she thought every one coming for this movie is lesbian, which made me sort of embarrassing. However,honestly, it's less embarrassing to be les than to be alone when it suddenly come over me that today is bloody valentine.
Note that this book/movie has been set in a particular milieu(1959) of America when the social conformities and laws made it uncomfortable for a woman to get a divorce(let alone seduced by another woman). In fact, the ranch in Reno where Vivian, an English literature prof, stayed during 6-week residency for divorce procedure is hosted by women caught in the same fate. This is exactly a desert of broken hearts, hardened by numbing pain yet more venerable to kindly attention("you make me cry""no, I wanna make you a cup of tea"), in this sense they're craving for rain drops(中文名“爱的甘露”).
Some conversation between these women and rough sketchy of them are quite provoking. One morning light-brained women sit around the sun-shine porch and gossip: "What you(Vivian just step down)'ve been doing in that room for last five days?"
Frances: “whatever is it must be too deep for us to understand”.
Despite poor skilled shots-yet some are utterly afresh and impressive, the country songs always creep in on time as you could expect for this kind of movie. Besides, characters' performance do catch up an atmosphere of sincerity.
The title of the original book is "Desert of the heart" which taken from a poem by W.H. Auden, his elegy for Yeats. "In the desert of the heart, Let the healing fountain start."
My appreciation of this movie has been deafened by the actor's strong southern accent and therefore fail to wake up full empathy. But I make up by digging it out of Tudou in which I marinated myself not just for a moment.