I felt like I'd wrapped My hands around an apple, and bit. One of My very favorite movies in the world is, "Henry and June", and I've just had the chance to watch it, again. A submissive man recently offered this DVD as a gift of remembrance I think. That, and it pleased Me.
Watching it brought up so many rustlings, memories of discovery. I was just barely settled in My 20s when I first viewed the flick. Remember VHS? And NC-17. This movie was an impetus for creating that MPAA rating. Yes, it's that fucking hot.
The movie's about the closeness of writers Henry Miller and Anais Nin (played by Fred Ward and Maria De Medeiros). France, 1930s. Kevin Spacey plays a supporting character. And then there's Uma Thurman playing June, Miller's wife. My god she's exquisite. At first, her character's awkward use of language, and muddle of coarse elegance, rhythm strangely (much like this sentence). June comes across as a woman never comfortable in her skin, and used to drama, seduction. The dense cake you know you'll pay for later. The 3rd drink that ushers another hangover.
Yes, that's her.
Obsession, lust and guilt. Discovering new and changing tastes, Anais offers her beauty and money, to share company with this crowd of curiosities. We see contortionists, whores, johns, brutes, sex with force, sex with passion. It's curious, and of interest, yet somewhat subdued and just another texture. At least, to the French.
Offer yourself the pleasure of seeing this film. Dive in and slather it over your skin. And think of Me. Purring.
