My Beautiful Launderette

Friends, we have reached the end of this heavy-breathing hoedown. Not the end of NaBloPoMo or NaBloCoMo (comments!) but the end of this particular journey. I don't know what tomorrow will be about, but I'm positive it won't be as fun as this past week. When I was looking over my scribbles of which movies I wanted to use, I was really surprised that I hadn't done this one earlier. But I'd tried to find the clip I wanted earlier and got discouraged when I couldn't find one that included everything I wanted it to, because I think part where they're undressing each other has a really sweet intimacy about it. But then here we are on the last day and I finally found my clip. Oh, the wonders of Google.

The parallel structure of this scene is obvious, and we could talk about how the way the camera cuts back into the two couples poses a question of which relationship is more appropriate (the lady in the fir coat is Nasser's mistress) (also this film came out in 1985 so the whole gay sex thing was a shock to audiences). Or we could talk about how spectacular Nasser's dialogue is (what with the deadbeat comment followed by the comment about needing to marry Omar off, also calling them buggers even though he doesn't know they're gay). Or we could talk about how I feel like I should find that champagne thing he does attractive but I really just think it's strange. But I say we don't talk about all that stuff. I say we just relax and watch the clip.