Just watched "My Blueberry Nights" - and while I am not much impressed with Norah Jones' acting capabilities, it must be said that the chemistry between her and Jude Law's character is quietly sizzling. And the kissing scene at the end of the movie - quietly, flawlessly and yet, left me with such a longing that I too, would like to be kissed in exactly that same way.
Am usually not a fan of artistic movies - but this was an exception.
it used to be that a measure that my emotional bank is full is that I feel smug and contented when I watch a romantic scene on TV or in a movie or when I read such in a book because I can relate because I have what they have.... BUT
when I am confronted with such a scene and feel such a fierce yearning, it'ss a sure sad sign that my emotional bank is running on mere fumes.
I can shower my 4 year old son with hugs and kisses all over his chubby cheeks but it is simply not the same of course.
What a sad state of affairs....
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