Tag: Les’ yellow shirt

Ding-A-Ling

If Les’ eyebrows were arched any higher, they’d be halfway down his back. Susan has spoken those three little words that we’ve learned have the power to render Les mute. He can’t even muster an “I really care about you” this time; hell, he can’t even bring himself to look at her.

I was ready to commit the zen-sounding “unring a bell” to the Batiuktionary, but the Google turned up lots of results. Wikipedia tells us it’s “an analogy used to suggest the difficulty of forgetting information once it is known”.

It also happens to be a song by the great Tom Waits:

You Can’t Unring A Bell

Liplock!

Les gets Susan up to speed regarding the movie option, up to and including his grudging acceptance of having to deal with those “Hollywood” people. No sooner does he conclude this update than Susan launches herself at him.

“I guess you’d better!” listen to Hollywood, Susan advises Les, before she engages him in some tonsil hockey. What a weird, vaguely threatening turn of phrase. Why not just go straight to “I’m so happy for you”? This is the plucky gal who stood up to the parents who bitched about the cancer play. Does she not share Les’ highfalutin’ convictions about his “art”?

Swing and a Miss

If these two dopes would just say what’s on their minds…but no, it’s much more melodramatic to have them be unable to express their feelings like adults.

The ship of narrative has lost its rudder. TB spends two years setting up the Les/Cayla thing before allowing them to consummate their relationship, only to have them agree to “take a break” a few weeks later. Props to Cayla for finally showing some backbone; negative props for following that up with an internal “one more chance”.