The movie began with a rather procedural outlook of Mr. Reynolds Woodcock, famed couture designer, and confirmed bachelor. Despite having no dialogue, the ambient "My Foolish Heart" glided across each scene like taffeta silk. He was quintessentially well coiffed, but the magenta socks may have foreshadowed his unctuous attitude.
Food seemed to be a reoccurring theme through the movie, namely breakfast. It was the start of a brand new day, and thus must be spent in absolute silence. "Don't speak, unless you've been spoken to"seemed to be the unwritten rule, with the exception of his sister, who he lovingly dubbed as "so and so." While Mr. Woodcock sketched his next winning look with his fountain pen, the girl of the week protested at the table, and accused him of preferring work over her. One look to the so and so, and a mutual understanding was reached.
We never saw the girl again.
The sister convinced him to take a drive to the countryside to regain his peace. He quickly obliged, and drove with his roadster in top speed. He stopped by a seaside inn for a meal, and an instant attraction was formed between him and the clumsy waitress. He gave her an order fit for three men; welsh rabbit with a poached egg on top, sausage, toast, the whole darn sink, jam (but not strawberry. "Raspberry then," Alma smiled coyly), and lastly, a pot of Lapsang tea.
Only Daniel Day Lewis could turn a pedantic order into seduction.
Coming from a five story townhouse draped in white and beige, the restaurant dazzled in colors. Light blue floral wallpapers, salmon pink table clothes, Thonet chairs; it was everything he wasn't. A hedonist at heart, he took a gamble with Alma, and asked her out for dinner. They drove in his roadster, and for a second, it was pure bliss.
They were sitting across each other in a restaurant. This time, it was elegant and aloof, a sharp contrast to the inn's restaurant. "May I?" Reynolds stopped in mid conversation, dabbed the corner of napkin in water and slowly wiped away her lipstick.
"Ah, now I can see you."
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