From Flasherly@Flasherly@live.com to rec.arts.movies.current-films on Tue Mar 16 06:40:16 2021
From Newsgroup: rec.arts.movies.current-films
I see I correctly nailed it to a -T, while watching, for mid-19th. c.,
where set placement is accorded 1840s' "Pearl of Dorset", Lyme Bay on
the English Channel coast at the Dorset–Devon border.
Yesterday, close enough, the Vatican released judgment to the world
news which cannot condone the sin of homosexuality.
Interesting, indeed, how time came to be for having picked that up, unbeknownst, be assured, for a beefily and entirely unexpected
demeanor of Kate Winslet, expressively downplayed as suited to fit
British drama, right downfully bully for a down-to-earth woman with an
abrasive character of practising paleontologist;- she neither has
qualms concerning her status nor allusions to her lowly upbringing,
from only two survivors of her companion and mother's birthing of
eight additional siblings dead and buried.
To, by now, establish quite a slippery tightrope for an ending, in a
blink of eye, to catch where I'd just about given up on any redemptive
meaning to either woman amply having just slobbered hungrily all over
and atop or down and between one another's privates;- but for a single
last look into one another's eyes, before all went black into
production credits, appropriately over the skeletal remains mounted in
a glass cage in a London conservatory, placed between the two women of meaningfulness, wherein presumably still would reside the
fishing-eating ichthyosaur denizen one Mary Anning's discovered to
wrest from the aforesaid cliffs of Dorset.
Like much else, stylistically, it's intuitively not about thrashing
with dialogue. English rather genteel if not belabored Victorian;-
almost quite smashing for being of impeccable certainty, given two
pure pros going at it with one another.