From: [email protected] (Patrick Riley)
Subject: A girl/girl movie even normal <g> people might like
Date: Wed, 30 Jul 97 18:39:25
Organization: Not Organized At All
WHEN NIGHT IS FALLING
GO GG
1995--Evergreen Entertain.
Producer/Director: Barbara Tranter, Patricia Rozema
Featuring: Pascale Bussieres, Rachel Crawford, Henry Czerny, David
Fox, Tracy Wright, Don McKellar
I often think it's a little unfair to review mainstream movies in
this book and put them in competition with the porno garbage, but
the reasoning is that you want a sexually arousing experience and
if it comes from Hollywood, or in this case, Canada, instead of
the usual con artists, so what. Due to the subject matter, I have
the distinct feeling that the Producer and Director may be "that"
way inclined but they really don't dump on the males too much and
although the ending is somewhat downbeat from a male perspective
it's not too repulsive because by then you've identified with the
lead actress, Pascale (pretty, striking face, lithe body,
medium/large natural tits, tight waist). She and Henry, her
discreet boyfriend, are teachers in some sort of religious college
and are offered a joint position of chaplain by the head guy
(everyone is Reverend something-or-other) but their private life
must be beyond reproach, which of course it isn't as he well
knows. Pascale meets "performance artist" Rachel (some black genes
giving her a coffee-colored look, very pretty, short black hair,
small/medium tits, lithe body, tight waist) due to a clothes mix
up in the laundromat and is immediately taken with her (lots of
goo-goo eyes) but has a major internal conflict with her religious
feelings and her feelings towards her boyfriend. She eventually
gives in to Rachel but is so torn emotionally that she tries to
commit suicide in the snow. She's saved, partially due to Rachel,
and leaves town, her job, and her boyfriend for life with the
travelling troupe. Sexwise, under the opening credits, you get a
dream sequence of the two girls underwater. After the meeting they
have a fully clothed and erotic stand up deep kissing sequence in
the hall. After hang-gliding together, Rachel massages
Pascale--very tender--but they're interrupted. Henry screws
Pascale in the usual soft-core scene during which she dreams of
Rachel. Pascale gives in and does a long g/g with Rachel at the
circus while two girls swing on the trapeze overhead. Some
symbolism here that I missed. Finally, while under the snow, she
dreams of Rachel and there's some repeat footage of the opening
under-credits scene. Copyright date is 1995 and it was released to
video in 1997.
--
Patrick Riley
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