La Captive, Chantal Ackerman (2000)
I recall reading Proust’s La Prisonnière, which Ackerman’s film is based on, back in my early twenties. Yet I remember more about how I was feeling and who I was fucking at the time than I do about the novel itself.
Antoine: his little dick and his good tongue. Is my face fat? Waking up at five to go to work at the bakery. Pretending to read on my break.
Antoine saying T’es belle.
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