Zsa-zsa Korda when THEY/THEM (whoever THEY are) accuses him of committing an act of homicide against his daughter’s mother (his late wife (one of them)): 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Damn. This movie appeals to me on all fronts. It’s got that Catholic-atheist blend, it’s got cinematography that oddly enough makes each of the actors look about 30% more attractive than in real life, and it’s got that awkward amount of weird that’s perhaps too trite for my artsy friends but certainly too pretentious…

Here’s my metaphor with holes, light, and a ladder:

Lee has been in a hole her entire life. Sure, maybe it was a capacious and well-adorned hole, but she’s been living in it her entire  life.

When she starts working for Mr. Grey she starts to get a taste of the sky. She starts to feel the grass beneath her toes. Then, Mr. Grey sees her mixed emotions of wonder and disappointment, and so he points to a smaller, more…