This is one of the finest scenes I’ve ever seen in any film:
Currently searching for a Lacanian analysis of this scene to avoid having to write it myself. I honestly don’t think I’ve seen a more evocative portrayal of objet a in a film. Having listened to the Radio 4 play over the last few days and watched the film tonight, I’m now going to have to reread the book. I’m captivated by this story now in a way I just wasn’t when I read it in my late 20s.
