Hollywood uses the beautiful people of course but it is applicable to almost everyone: men [most men] think with an organ other than the one women do. Then it’s just a matter of arguing back and forth about nature vs. nurture.
Also, if you’re the man, it helps to be more beautiful than the women you are fucking over. And this is one exceptional dude. Or is it more along the lines that the women are hardly fleshed out at all. Two of them but he is the one Toback chooses to give loads of dimensions to.
And a key question: What would be his reaction if he found out that they were doing the same? Well, they were. Is there a way then in which to circumscribe commitment rationally?
Anyway, I wasn’t suppose to [according to all the critics] but I really liked this movie. I still do, in fact.
TWO GIRLS AND A GUY
Written and directed by James Toback
[b]Carla: Blake Allen.
Lou: Yeah. That’s his name. Who are you?
Carla: His girlfriend.
Lou: I’m his girlfriend. I’m his girlfriend.
[long pause]
Carla: American Airlines, flight 11?
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Carla: “You Don’t Know Me”. No wonder it’s his favorite song. It should be his anthem.
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Carla: …he figured if one of us didn’t work out then the other might. What he didn’t count on was both of us working out.
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Lou: Oh my God, I am going to cut it off. I’m going to sclice it off sliver by sliver with an electric meat slicer!
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Blake: Every other girl on earth, to me is like something that came from under a rock. It’s disgusting to me. It makes me fucking sick! It disgust me! It’s like smelling vomit.
Lou [coming out into the open]: Including me?
Blake: Wow. Whoa. This is a shock. This is a surprise. Okay, this is a massive shattering shock. But I must say as difficult as it will be to believe me at this moment, there’s an absolutely legitimate explanation.
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Blake: Do you want the truth?
Carla: No, we want another lie.
Blake: No, seriously. The truth. The truth, um…
Lou: Look at him. The very words “the truth is” make him draw a blank.
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Blake: I have lied about nothing except sexual fidelity.
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Blake: I may have been hiding parts of my life from both of you to avoid causing pain. But I didn’t say anything to either one of you that I didn’t whole-heartedly mean.
Carla: If you believe what you just said it’s worse than if you don’t.
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Blake: What am I concealing?
Carla: You may not even be aware of it.
Lou: Lying comes like breathing to you.
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Blake: I am an actor. And actors lie.
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Lou: You’re a lying, mugging, misogynistic, unemployable, short, loft-inheriting, piece-of-shit fraud…Fuck you!
Blake: I’m short now too, huh? I’m like 5-10!
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Blake: I’m not saying it was okay. I knew it was wrong. But the rightness that I felt, gave me a way of justifying it, of seeing it the way I wanted to so that I could continue.[/b]
We suspect of course that this is just more self-serving bullshit. But that doesn’t mean someone else couldn’t be in his situation and actually mean it. To me it still comes down to reciprocity.
So, when the table is turned:
Carla: You think I don’t even know what sexual temptation is? I couldn’t understand on your higher plane of sexual aliveness? How many men do you think I’ve slept with since I’ve been with you?
Blake: None.
Carla: More.
Blake: One.
Carla: More.
Blake: Two. I know you are lying…
Carla: More
Blake: Three. I know what you’re doing. You’re just…
Carla: More.
Blake: Four.
Carla: Yeah, four, but maybe it was three because one was Vitorio, and he was a repeat…
On she goes, then:
[b]Blake: I don’t like this.
Carla: Do you still love me? Am I still the one?
Blake: I can’t even look at you!
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Blake: I just know that you would never do it because if you had you wouldn’t be reacting with such anger to what I did if you had been doing it yourself. Because if you have, then you are so much more fucked up than I am![/b]
Then Lou:
Three girls. Yeah, I did it with three girls.
So, Blake “less than 10”, Carla 4 and Lou 3. Then the inevitable donnybrook: What is love?