I rented Romance today. That and Fat Girl are the stories of my life. Well, not really, but Breillat's characters are the only ones I have ever seen who have felt and thought what I have.

The first moves are what I like best. It's delicious. I can never stop myself from yielding. It surprises me each time. I watch myself giving in as if it wasn't me.

On the other hand, what is with all the talking during sex? What a passion killer! (Okay, so I don't relate to EVERYTHING about Marie, I can look like I'm enjoying myself) And was that the most tedious blow job EVER? I can see why Rocco Siffredi is so gosh darn popular, my oh my! Which reminds me, this movie has got LOTS of ooky sounds, which is neat. The flesh slapping when Paulo/Marie are fucking and the SQUISH of the gynecologists examining Marie, eek!

And, HEY GROSS OUT TIME, that's the second reference to remove one's tampon and putting it under the bed. What the hell? Is there some menstrual sex etiquette I missed? Wouldn't that ruin your carpeting?

The ending is sooooooo satisfying though. BOOM.