Love and how it alters our subjective perception from rupture to rapture in THE ENCHANTED COTTAGE (1945). The lady “monster”…
…metamorphoses into the lovely woman whose clothes fit, whose hair is coiffed, and whose lips are rouged.
Watching this film with my sweetie made me wonder…should I be wearing more lipstick?
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