The movie portrayed several imitations of
lovelessness, but each one as if it had awoken
just this morning with juice in its eye. We are
pleased and not just a little bit cocky with
regard to our cinematic experiences. So
in love with the idea of fiery love were we
that it shook us violently when we both
(as if at once) become alert to the fact
that we’d napped through the drawn-out
sequences that so intently highlighted
tranquility. I loved how the director
kept us in the dark regarding which
beings were sentient and which were
merely plants. At both ends of the
balcony from which we watched
the beloved film sat two very elaborate
artificial plants in gargantuan receptacles.
We laughed afterwards about how we
both had the urge, whenever we’d
catch glimpse of one out of
the corner of our eye, to sneak
over and attempt to lift it above the floor
the corner of our eye, to sneak
over and attempt to lift it above the floor
as far as we could, so curious we were
about how heavy the whole thing would be.