"People talk about sex scenes and I'm really proud of the sex scenes in this but I remember saying to Andrew, I was like, “I have no memory of looking at you that way.” Y’know when he’s beside the bath and I’m just staring at your lips? I’m like “Jesus!” It’s a lot, but all of that stuff is indicative of–if I didn't trust andrew–I’m not even thinking, that’s not even a choice in my head, that’s not an active choice for me to be like, “I’m gonna look at your lips now", because that’s indicative of chemistry. That’s what I love seeing in films in general [...] When you see actors that you’re aware that there’s something going on, that they’ve either worked really hard together or there’s a natural chemistry there that you’re getting all of this humanity for free, which I personally love to watch." | Paul Mescal
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Ambika Mod and Leo Woodall as Emma Morley and Dexter Mayhew
ONE DAY (2024)
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ONE DAY
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He lay down once more, and after a moment she followed and jumped a little when she found out that he had slid his arm beneath her shoulders. There was a self conscious moment of mutual discomfort before she turned onto her side and curled toward him. Tightening his arm around her, he spoke into the top of her head.
“You know what I can’t understand? You have all these people telling you all the time how great you are, smart and funny and talented and all that, I mean endlessly, I’ve been telling you for years. So why don’t you believe it? Why do you think people say that stuff, Em? Do you think it’s a conspiracy, people secretly ganging up to be nice about you?”
She pressed her head against his shoulder to make him stop or else she felt she might cry.
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ONE DAY
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“I told him I had tonsillitis.” “What is that? Tonsillitis. In French?” Her fingers went to her throat. “Je suis très désolé, mais mes glandes sont gonflées, she croaked feebly. “Je pense que je peux avoir l’amygdalite.”
“L’amy…?” “L’amygdalite.” “You have an amazing vocab.” “Well, you know.” She shrugged modestly. “Had to look it up.”
They smiled at each other. Then, as if an idea had suddenly occurred to her, she quickly crossed the room in three long strides, took his face between her hands, and kissed him.
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ONE DAY
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“If you muck me about, Dexter.” “I won’t-“ “I mean it, if you lead me on or let me down or go behind my back, I will murder you. I swear to God, I will eat your heart.”
“I won’t do that, Em.” “You won’t?” “I swear, I won’t.”
And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just…” She looked up at him. “I thought I’d finally got rid of you.” “I don’t think you can,” he said.
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