Monday, November 3, 2008

Unfaithfully Yours (1948)




ALFRED
Poor baby.
DAPHNE
Why?
ALFRED
'Cause you know that I know. You can feel
it. It's made you all small and ashamed and
unhappy. As if we could control our love--
lead it by the hand like an obedient child
and order it to do our bidding.
DAPHNE
I don't know what you're talking about.
ALFRED
Yes, you know what I'm talking about 'cause
love took you by the hand and led you,
albeit slyly and reluctantly, into the presence
of this beautiful young man and said,
"See little Daphne what I have intended for
you. Gaze upon your destiny. See how gently
the tendrils of his luscious hair curl behind
his ears. See how respectfully he lowers his
silken lashes when addressing you. But notice
the spark that leaps from his skin to yours
when accidentally your hands meet."
DAPHNE
Oh no. No.
ALFRED
I don't blame you darling. You didn't want to.
I'm the one to blame. Entirely and alone. I'm
deeply ashamed Daphne for what I've done to you.
DAPHNE
You? Ashamed? I'm the one...
ALFRED
No darling. The one who knows the most carries
the responsibility. He and he alone must judge
the chances of success... or failure. A union
between a man of the world--a seasoned traveler
--and a child from Porthole, Michigan, I suppose
was doomed from the start.
DAPHNE
(Sobbing)
Porthaul.
ALFRED
I'll never remember it. A baby with bows in
her hair, that wonderful night. Pity we
couldn't keep it up. Oh don't cry my darling.
I couldn't understand music as well as I do
if I didn't understand the human heart a
little. Neither of you has done anything
wrong. Youth belongs to youth, beauty to
beauty.

The pen of Preston Sturges, the voice of Rex Harrison, the lens of Victor Milner, the music of Richard--not Strauss but Wagner, the taste of honeyed ham lingers on the tongue 'til eyes water.

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