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1985
It's a Good year for black and white films!
1985
It makes sense that itโs in black and white, he says, putting our wine glasses in the sink. I think everything looks better in black and white. Do you think film begged for color with its first taste? Technicolor mustโve been delicious, I say, stretching myself out on the couch. Do you think a mother knows best? Like from the beginning? Do you think she knew her sons were gay? Does your mom know? Sometimes I think she does. She has this way of looking. How does she look? She looks sad I think because she sees sadness in things. What do you mean? Sheโs disappointed in a lot of things. Like the weather, he said. He looked out the window, but there was nothing to look at because it was dark out now. I look at him. I pretend to see like his mom does. He sees it. His motherโs eyes in mine. He turns away. Why do amateur filmmakers always keep the camera so still? Yen Tan holds the camera as if itโs a heavy thing to move, like heโs unsure of how to use it, he complains. I think itโs because theyโre afraid of it. Heโs shy around the camera. Thatโs why heโs behind it. And the actors are so stiff. They feel like student actors. I think thereโs a charm to it. Itโs trying to be what itโs not, set in the mid 80s, Reaganโs time, but itโs not. Itโs pretending. It pretends like we do. Do you wear a mask around me? No. Iโm myself when Iโm with you. He imitates the sound of puking over where the clean glasses are now. His hands are wet with suds and he walks over to me, to hug me, drying his hands off with the back of my shirt. I step on his foot to push him off and weโre laughing. Thereโs a childlike ใ ใ in our throats and I step on my tip toes over his and I think Iโm floating a bit, like an ornament, light and tinsel and glowing. I could fall and break and that could be the end of everything with gleaming finery. I could call it a life, a love, and lull out in a song. Weightless. Airy. A bit like magic. โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐โ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ.โ
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