When an Irresistable Force Meets an Immovable Object

If you were looking for it, I held this out for one reason- you weren't in the room.

On the film: during each new scene, the actress has a new dress. Each time the camera cuts- a new gown; out of the entire twentieth century, this film combined fashion modelling, sex-symbol and dramatic actress. It is more stunning than Lana Turner in Postman Always Rings Twice or Greta Garbo in Mata Hari. Pivotal to the film, in that I love the nudity, if I remember the camera dollies back when Ms. Taylor is over the shoulder nude. If it makes the script seconday, if it makes the acting run of the mill, it is what a movie star during that century was. She wears costume as softly as she delivers lines of dialog, and if there is modern camera work before the advent of the steady cam, if there is lighting before the change in filmstock, I can watch it later.

If you were in the room today, quite possibly your voice, not a compliment, an observation. If I'm mystified, your voice. Like Taylor's. If you were in the room today. Not your legs, it is a film of Elizabeth Taylor at that age nude in a sexual position, which is ineluctable, inordinate. If it never happened. If I never blew it.

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Scott Lord