BEFORE SUNSET is a great film, and a better one than BEFORE SUNRISE because experience brings perspective, and makes love more nuanced, more mature, harder won, but just as passionate. It’s a deeper feeling when your older. When you’re young, it’s breathless, when you’re old, it’s breathtaking.
Anyway, I wanted to show you the entire car scene in one clip, but Youtube did not oblige, but I was able to piece it together with these two clips, even if they overlap for a few seconds. This scene is amazing. The truth of the confessions (and the way that each’s confession reveal the truth to themselves as well), the way both of them try to gently touch each other at different moments but can’t quite bring themselves to do it. It reminds me of a passage from Faulkner’s Absalom, Absalom!: “There is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogates, cuts sharp and straight across devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know because it makes them both: - touch and touch of that which is the citadel of the central I-Am’s private own: not spirit, soul; the liquorish and ungirdled mind is anyone’s to take in any darkened hallway of this earthly tenement. But let flesh touch flesh, and watch the fall of all the eggshell shibboleth of caste and color too.”
At this moment, they can’t quite do it. But they will. The truth is a good start.