I really loved the Mario-Millicent Kent scene. Not because of the teenage sexual awkwardness, but because I LOVE USS MILLICENT. I love how she kept telling her story in florid detail even as clueless Mario responded only with silence or dumb jokes or other typical adolescent male mind flotsam (for instance, telling Millicent that "violet was really her color" at a very inappropiate juncture). I was really getting concerned that her story of her childhood was going to turn into the Melony-molesting-Homer scene in The Cider House Rules, but this was, dare I say, much more lighthearted. There is perfect comic timing in the passage,"Then...at the age of eight she came home early from after-school drills at the U.S.T.A. Jr. Facility in Passaic NJ looking forward to slipping into the old leotard and getting in some modern interpretive dancing up in her room, only to come home suddenly and find her father was wearing her leotard. Which needless to say didn't fit very well." That one period between "leotard" and "Which" makes all the difference, doesn't it?
I wonder how damaged USSMK is by the series of similar traumas inflicted on her by her father. She never says he actually physically abused her, and she seems to have thought through all the "episodes" enough to be eloquent about them ("She says that was the exact creepy word for it: capering. Pirouetting and rondelling. Simpering, as well.")—not that that necessarily means anything. She speaks about it in a way that makes it okay to laugh with her, this girl who is not pretty, who is called USS Millicent (as if Millicent weren't bad enough), but who is more practical and confident than I would expect her to be.
I also love her violet hairbow taped to her hairdo, which becomes detached during their tryst of sorts and flutters to the ground "like a giant crazed violet moth."
I think I would like to paint that moth.
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