Crushing on Adèle Haenel today. Read that she walked out of the César Film Awards in 2020 when Polanski was announced best director. She yelled “Bravo, pedophilia”
Watched Portrait of a Lady on Fire, again. It was my first time on Prime Party. Smiled more, bawled less this time. But everything was loaded with more meaning. The looking and being looked at and especially the looking back in return. Adèle Haenel and Director Céline Sciamma met while filming Water Lilies and were lovers till they filmed Portrait of a Lady. So I died a little and went and watched Water Lilies. Looked again at Adèle Haenel (Floriane) as she changed her top in the metro, put lipstick on while looking at her reflection in the window, and looked at her for Marie as well who was just as drawn as I was.
Became very fida after learning that Adèle Haenel came out and admitted full love for Céline at another award show. Gahhhh. There’s one lovely scene in the film where we are shown the under water side of synchronised swimming. I would never have been able to tell by the way their upper bodies danced that under water- their legs were constantly fighting.
Ultimate hearthrob is Anne who spits in loafer boy’s mouth just when she is about to kiss him.
Nice day. Downloaded a whole bunch of women only films to watch for the next couple of days. As I lie in bed typing this, I’m smiling and wondering if it’s possible to go to bed with a secret every night.