[00:03.253][00:35.592]He loved movies[00:38.675]He loved The Big Sleep,[00:40.138]The Big Chill and The Big Easy[00:43.821]He loved Al Pacino in the Godfather[00:46.041]And Rita Hayworth in Gilda[00:49.777]He loved the golf match in Goldfinger[00:52.337]And the sharp twist in the Crying Game[00:58.162]He loved westerns where[00:59.729]The morality of the hero was suspect[01:02.681]And romances where her true love[01:05.398]Was there in front of the heroine from scene one[01:09.682]He loved period drama[01:11.276]And samurai epics[01:12.529]And political thrillers[01:13.809]And detective features[01:15.194]But most of all[01:17.440]He loved movies of his wife[01:23.684]Our firm always gave him the most[01:25.356]Personal of attention[01:27.550]And by the time he died[01:29.300]None of his friends were left alive[01:32.670]So as junior partner I got to spend a week[01:34.969]In his Primlico townhouse[01:36.797]Sifting though books, suits, furniture[01:40.376]And sixty-three cans of super 8 film[01:44.634]He was known to sit in his study[01:46.097]Into the small hours[01:47.298]Alone with the flickering screen[01:49.362]A glass of wine and the quiet[01:51.452]Chattering of the projector[01:54.665]Each reel had a date inscribed in careful black ink[01:59.341]I watched them from first to last[02:01.352]In that same study where[02:03.155]The curtains drawn and a pot[02:04.356]of Darjeeling by my elbow[02:07.099]They were all studies[02:09.450]Portraits if you will[02:13.238]In the early sequences she is shy[02:15.589]Hiding behind doors[02:17.313]Raising her hand above the shot[02:19.116]Her plain gold wedding-band prominent[02:22.877]After a spool or two she relaxes[02:24.862]And begins to play to the camera[02:26.587]Spinning in the garden[02:27.840]Swirling a scarf around her head[02:29.643]Blowing kisses and pointing a stern finger[02:34.240]The subsequent reels are the most intimate[02:37.349]As she learns to forget she is on film[02:40.536]We see her reading at the window[02:42.782]Nibbling her nails, talking on the telephone[02:45.212]And slowly, dreamily combing her hair[02:49.522]In one feature length sleep sequence[02:53.049]She barely moves and eyelid[02:56.366]But the cracks begin to show after ten[02:58.560]or eleven spools[03:00.520]Where once she was relaxed[03:01.747]She is now uncomfortable in the frame[03:04.516]Her expression, her whole body language[03:06.737]Becomes defensive and strained[03:09.323]Still the images continue recording[03:11.465]Her in the same locations[03:13.032]Around the house, the same outfits[03:16.402]With a hand on her hip[03:18.466]She lectures a point beside the camera[03:21.261]She waves at him to stop filming[03:23.638]Yet the footage continues unyielding[03:25.989]And the reels stack up[03:28.732]Repeatedly shot after shot after shot[03:32.102]She leaves various rooms[03:34.688]Trapped for a few seconds she screams[03:37.222]In silence, tearing at her hair[03:40.461]And eventually she throws things[03:45.320]Their marriage lasted eight and a half months[03:48.428]And for thirty-seven years afterwards[03:50.387]He sat until late in his study[03:52.712]Feeding the projector and blinking in the half-light[04:00.497]He loved those movies