
Last Saturday I went to see Separate Lies. In the film, one of the main characters, James Manning, experiences pain, embarrassment, and despair as his wife, Anne, goes off with another man. It is not abandonment as much as it is a passionate escapade.
There was a particular scene that struck me the most. James Manning arrives home from work, his wife has moved leaving him all alone…or so he thinks so. When James enters his house, as he is hanging his coat, he finds a silk scarf. He takes it and for a moment, which might have been eternity for him I suppose, contemplates it, hesitating; and then, defeated he covers his face with the scarf and gives a long profound breath. Another moment, another eternity goes by. A brief pause in hell that occurs as the smell of Ann fills James’s senses. Unfortunately, the obligatory exhalation interrupts this little re-encounter. Ann's scent flies away as James bursts into tears, without ever taking the scarf off his face.
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I saw it tonight. What a film.
Amazing, beautiful, moving.
A true lesson.
Loved your post.
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