The other day, over Gchat, Elaine reminded me about how this remix clip of Martin and Debi from Grosse Pointe Blank was one of the first things I ever sent her when we first started writing to each other just over a year ago. It reminded me of a tweet I wrote back in September. In those early emails of ours, Elaine and I talked a lot about John Cusack, Say Anything—our love for Lloyd Dobler and his radical love ethic:
“In real life, people can see something happen between two people and say, ‘It’s nothing.’ In a movie that ‘nothing’ becomes an entire movie.’”
Sep 23, 2012
Just for the record, I love a man who paces while trying to make a decision—the right decision—the way Martin paces outside of Debi’s radio station. Deliberation. The ethics of when. Plus, who kisses like Cusack on screen? No one. It shocks me every time, the way he kisses. It’s shameless. The reality, total surrender—desire—of his screen kisses. (00:55-1:00). The way he pulls away from a kiss, wants in, still. Pulls towards again, rocks back and forth, adjusts his jaw to recover. The way he is with a woman’s face, about a woman’s face, Debi’s. Looks at her mouth, looks at her face. Eyes always on a woman’s face. He’s all hers. This is what he once did best.
Also, is there really so much red in this film? How did I not notice before?