Post by jeffersoncody on Mar 16, 2017 20:35:34 GMT
A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE. . .The incredibly delicate scene when the young man comes to the door to collect money, and Blanche invites him inside, seeing in him her lost young husband. To me, there is not a more beautifully acted, directed or written scene in cinema. It's SO delicate, it feels like it would evaporate from the screen if you looked at it the wrong way.
ON THE WATERFRONT. . .The scene on the rooftop when Eva Marie Saint comes to see Brando and he explains to her about his pigeons. For me, the most delicate moment in that scene is when he offers her the bird's egg, and she takes it so tentatively, and so gently in her hands. It's clearly a moment about so much more than the simple exchange of a bird's egg; rather, two worlds and hearts meeting, with tenderness, in mystery.
TEA AND SYMPATHY. . .the moment near the end when Deborah Kerr says to John Kerr: "Years from now. . .when you talk about this. . .and you will. . .be kind." Such a tender, poignant, revelatory moment, after which all lives are changed.
HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY. . .the moment at the dinner table when Roddy McDowell clears his throat after his brothers have left in anger and Donald Crisp says, "I know you're there, son." A simple line, after silence, that holds the world with love.
In THE ENGLISH PATIENT, the injured Katharine Clifton (Kristin Scott Thomas) waits in the swimming figure cave while de Almásy (Ralph Fiennes) walks to Cairo in an attempt to find help.
"My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness."