And if not any of those, them.
I was home alone tonight—I feel like I haven’t been alone in months, I spent twelve hours a day in a library—and watched Rope, when I wasn’t staring dumbly at jpgs of striped Breton shirts and Reebok pumps.
Rope moved like a play—real time & unbroken shots—and it was so erotic. There’s a strangulation in the opening scene and Farley Granger is leaning, panting over the chest where he & John Dall’s character have just lain their victim and he says, “can’t we just stay like this for awhile?”
