Sunday, March 01, 2015
The Woman Who Wouldn't
Please don't impute sex im-
mediately. Came out diffident
in everything. Steady, not ex-
perimental, in dull truth.
As an example, when two-
toned sneakers attacked
the village, she eschewed
chartreuse/orange for a few
pairs of firesale black.
In similar vein, when a brother-
sister gifted her a Jill Karby
Blouse--both having hopes--
she took advantage of their
emphatic glasses, and dearth
of judging size, by wearing it
to bed. Alone and happy! For
emotion exhausted and
embarrassed, and that
was that! In Hollywood Bourgeois,
she meets a Fellow Diffident, they
develop a rattling hate, then, lah-
dee-dah, one paradoxical love-
v-v-v! Some weirdness splits them,
AND, with all looking altogether flat-
ly, grimly pastel...ah!...
Well, she does prove Darker
Art-House, in a new flick so
Swedish-Boring as to supply pain.
Thus now, how truly to get her an
ultimate wiggle on?
Nothing. She’ll go her way.
And die. Like the rest of us.
Labels: boring, bourgeois, diffident, emotion, fad, film, love, sex, Swedish
