Today I went to see The Magdalene Sisters. (I should warn you that this post contains a very small spoiler, if you haven’t seen it yet and are planning to.) I don’t know if it was this particular theater, or this particular showing, or what, but my friend and I seem to have managed to attend the Old People’s Matinee. So the theater was full of old people talking in normal tones of voices to each other, saying things like, “She says she did it because she wanted the other girl to suffer,” or “Oh, I can’t believe she did that! Can you believe she did such a mean thing to that girl? I can’t believe she did such a mean thing to that girl.” It was maddening.
At one point in the movie, there’s a scene in which one of the laundry girls is very clearly performing fellatio on a man whose face we don’t see but whom we understand to be the visiting priest we saw in the scene before.
From four seats to my left, I hear, “Mumble mumble mumble LESBIAN ACT mumble mumble.”
Let’s disregard the fact that the context indicates with crystal clarity that it’s the priest.
Let’s disregard the fact that the act of fellatio, even when seen through a window on a movie screen, probably looks quite different from the act of cunnilingus. (I have no personal experience of the latter.)
But even disregarding those things