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Cafe Mario, Cangas de Onis. See all restaurants in Cangas de Onis. Avenida Covadonga 19 , , Cangas de Onis, Spain.
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She is somehow part of her environment and alien to it. Objects in the frame are starkly sculpted with clouded industrial shapes and punctured by saturated hues in olive green, primary red and acid yellow. The desire that lies beneath the shadow she unfurls complicates its meaning.
Her moody gait, the way she surveys her environment from a distance, never fully involving herself, her laconic manner of speaking. The way she sorts out her feelings by untangling words as they come.
But their meaning remains in disarray. Her once-coiffed hair shaped like an orb has gone awry. She appears wild and passive at the same time. Leaving the film, I begin to transition subtly. At the sink, I stare at my own reflection to review my features and study my gestures: the way I rinse my hands or how I apply lipstick. I blot my lips with extra care, like an Italian movie star might.
Could I be mistaken for one? As in the darkened theater, once again I share a space with strangers.
In this bright new interior, my thoughts are absorbed with images of Vitti from the past two hours. Do other women waiting in line beside me, or facing the mirror and looking at themselves, feel like her?
These few minutes in the restroom hold a special place in the ritual of going to see a movie in a theater. This opportunity to gaze at my reflection through the lens of Vitti, or another bewitching woman in some other film, creates a fleeting affinity that effects my immediate behavior. If the film is good, in this small window of time, I am both her and me for a moment. A penumbra occurs, blending my shape into hers. As I leave the theater, I remember scenes of her walking the gritty streets of Ravenna, looking polished in a long green coat with a brooch fastened at the lapel and wearing unpractical short-heeled pumps.
I can hear the clack of them on the pavement, but my sneakers are silent. My T-shirt and jeans feel sloppy. So I stand taller to convey a poise and grace like hers. My lips are sealed and my face becomes stoical. The fantasy quickly fades.