Arabella retorts that it’s because of the melanin. She asks Arabella if she’s been growing because it’s essential- that we’re all descendants of the trees. This is especially off-centering to Bella as Susy strokes her “centering” plant after admitting that she’s not had a break as a publisher in eight years. In her office, Susy Henny ( Franc Ashman) shows Arabella her collection of plants. Della’s seen the video but blocks Arabella in the process. T’s not feeling the first demure take, so they reshoot it with more panache: on the toilet! Bella propositions, woman-to-woman if they can grab a coffee and elucidate on being under commission in the patriarchal system. She’d rather not go the Susy Henny route, as no draft’s been materialized, so Ben and Terry help her film a video to be posted to social media. Ben in his simple yet flawless wisdom simply tells Kwame to take the steps in becoming that right person.Įmerging refreshed from literature, she gushes to them about the author, Della Croy-Dickie (no doubt a play on de la Croix meaning “of the cross” and the inelegant pronunciation of it.) Arabella feels a kinship with this author and simply must meet her since they are both published under Henny House. Kwame feels that this man is the right person for him, but that he’s not in the right headspace to be the right person for him- yet. Terry’s got the job! Now comes the cool-down…Īs Bella’s on the toilet, head buried in The Sundial, Kwame spills to Terry and Ben ( Stephen Wright) his plight- he fears he’s becoming ‘nice’ and that Tyrone’s rubbing off on him and not in the carnal way he’s used to. On their break, Bella reads, Kwarms notices that Tyrone’s wants to go kayaking, and Terry hyperventilates. This reserve we haven’t seen in a minute with the likes of Arabella ( Michaela Coel) and Terry ( Weruche Opia) sweatin’ it up in double-time to Kwame’s ( Paapa Essiedu) rigorous aerobics class. In this penultimate episode of I May Destroy You ( HBO) titled “Would You Like to Know the Sex?”, we’ll explore how our favorite trio wake the fuck up from their slumber with a new take on a new day. It’s not a death knell but rather the bugle playing Reveille. From da Vinci to Bowie, some of the world’s best and brightest minds have seen it whether through whim or through necessity to embrace it.
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