Terence Davies appreciation: One of Britain's greatest directors Los Angeles Times

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• Emma Stone would like to be called by her real name, if you don’t mind
• Norman Jewison, prolific director of films including ‘In the Heat of the Night’ and ‘Moonstruck,’ dies at 97
• Stagecoach 2024: How to stream Morgan Wallen, Miranda Lambert and other sets at home
• Appreciation: Terence Davies, a master filmmaker, brought quiet passion and lyrical beauty to the screen
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Selden, who in the meantime had resolved to ask Lily to marry him, sees Gerty at the boarding-house and learns that Lily is dead. Overcome by sorrow, Selden begins cleaning Lily’s room and discovers Lily’s letter to Gus Trenor. At that moment, he becomes fully aware of Lily’s strong moral principles. Despite knowing that they will never be able to live together and express their love for each other, he takes comfort in knowing that their love is stronger than death. She is perceived as carrying "a general air of embodying a 'spicy paragraph';"(70)[1] and according to Mrs. Trenor, ". . .most of her alimony is paid by other women's husbands." (91)[1] She sponges money from Gus Trenor to cover her bills much to his wife's chagrin. Although Gus accepts romantic favors from Mrs. Fisher in exchange for paying her bills and investing her money in the stock market, he considers her a "battered wire-puller"(94)[1] in comparison to the fresh and unsullied Miss Bart.

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Seated under the cheerless blaze of the drawing-room chandelier—Mrs.Peniston never lit the lamps unless there was “company”—Lily seemed towatch her own figure retreating down vistas of neutral-tinted dulness toa middle-age like Grace Stepney’s. When she ceased to amuse Judy Trenorand her friends she would have to fall back on amusing Mrs. Peniston;whichever way she looked she saw only a future of servitude to the whimsof others, never the possibility of asserting her own eager individuality. Meanwhile, as October advanced she had to face the alternative ofreturning to the Trenors or joining her aunt in town. Even the desolatingdulness of New York in October, and the soapy discomforts of Mrs.Peniston’s interior, seemed preferable to what might await her atBellomont; and with an air of heroic devotion she announced her intentionof remaining with her aunt till the holidays.

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Mrs. Dorset was, in fact, engaged ina new sentimental experiment, of which Mrs. Fisher’s late property, NedSilverton, was the rosy victim; and at such moments, as Judy Trenor hadonce remarked, she felt a peculiar need of distracting her husband’sattention. Dorset was as difficult to amuse as a savage; but even hisself-engrossment was not proof against Lily’s arts, or rather these wereespecially adapted to soothe an uneasy egoism. Her experience with PercyGryce stood her in good stead in ministering to Dorset’s humours, and ifthe incentive to please was less urgent, the difficulties of hersituation were teaching her to make much of minor opportunities. As she sat, on the Saturday afternoon, on the terrace at Bellomont, shesmiled at Mrs. Trenor’s fear that she might go too fast. If such awarning had ever been needful, the years had taught her a salutarylesson, and she flattered herself that she now knew how to adapt her paceto the object of pursuit. In the case of Mr. Gryce she had found it wellto flutter ahead, losing herself elusively and luring him on from depthto depth of unconscious intimacy.

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Their appearance confirmed the impression that the show hadbeen staged regardless of expense, and emphasized its resemblance to oneof those “costume-plays” in which the protagonists walk through thepassions without displacing a drapery. The ladies stood in unrelatedattitudes calculated to isolate their effects, and the men hung aboutthem as irrelevantly as stage heroes whose tailors are named in theprogramme. It was Selden himself who unwittingly fused the group byarresting the attention of one of its members. His own view of the situation forced itself upon her after a few moments’conversation.

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For a moment her presence of mind forsook her.She had more than once been in situations where a quick sword-play of withad been needful to cover her retreat; but her frightened heart-throbstold her that here such skill would not avail. But society, amused for a while at playing Cinderella, soon wearied ofthe hearthside role, and welcomed the Fairy Godmother in the shape of anymagician powerful enough to turn the shrunken pumpkin back again into thegolden coach. The mere fact of growing richer at a time when mostpeople’s investments are shrinking, is calculated to attract enviousattention; and according to Wall Street rumours, Welly Bry and Rosedalehad found the secret of performing this miracle. About this time she was farther cheered by an invitation to spend theThanksgiving week at a camp in the Adirondacks. The invitation was onewhich, a year earlier, would have provoked a less ready response, for theparty, though organized by Mrs. Fisher, was ostensibly given by a lady ofobscure origin and indomitable social ambitions, whose acquaintance Lilyhad hitherto avoided.

It wasagreeable to shock Mrs. Peniston, but not to shock her to the verge ofanger. Miss Stepney was not sufficiently familiar with the classic dramato have recalled in advance how bearers of bad tidings are proverbiallyreceived, but she now had a rapid vision of forfeited dinners and areduced wardrobe as the possible consequence of her disinterestedness. Tothe honour of her sex, however, hatred of Lily prevailed over morepersonal considerations.

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Feeling trapped and disgraced, she turns to thoughts of Selden as her savior and has a change of heart towards him as she looks forward to his next visit at four o'clock. But art thrives on contradictions, and the age-old tensions between faith and desire, between dogmatic formalism and wild, unruly feeling, were precisely what made Davies such a magnificently expressive artist. The bitterness that he could pour into his words, rather than festering or calcifying on-screen, instead bloomed into something fully felt, vividly textured and often indescribably beautiful. And from the beginning, that beauty took on an intimately confessional form. Davies was born in 1945, and his first several movies, starting with the short-film trilogy of “Children” (1976), “Madonna and Child” (1980) and “Death and Transfiguration” (1983), were inspired and indelibly shaped by his postwar Liverpool upbringing.

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She was tooself-engrossed to penetrate the recesses of his shyness, and besides, whyshould she care to give herself the trouble? At most it might amuse herto make sport of his simplicity for an evening—after that he would bemerely a burden to her, and knowing this, she was far too experienced toencourage him. But the mere thought of that other woman, who could take aman up and toss him aside as she willed, without having to regard him asa possible factor in her plans, filled Lily Bart with envy. There were moments when such scenes delighted Lily, when they gratifiedher sense of beauty and her craving for the external finish of life;there were others when they gave a sharper edge to the meagreness of herown opportunities. This was one of the moments when the sense of contrastwas uppermost, and she turned away impatiently as Mrs. George Dorset,glittering in serpentine spangles, drew Percy Gryce in her wake to aconfidential nook beneath the gallery.

The moral oppression had produced a physical craving for air, and hestrode on, opening his lungs to the reverberating coldness of the night.At the corner of Fifth Avenue Van Alstyne hailed him with an offer ofcompany. Well, come now,Trenor’s there, anyhow—I—oh, well—the fact is, I’ve no head fornumbers,” he broke off, admonished by the nudge of an adjoining foot, andthe smile that circled the room. He rose, squaring his shoulders aggressively, and stepped toward her witha reddening brow; but she held her footing, though every nerve tore ather to retreat as he advanced.

Lily believes that she can manipulate Gus to do this favor for her by behaving kindly toward him, but what she does not realize is that this conversation with Gus marks the beginning of his attraction to her. Over the course of the next few months, Lily’s financial investment seems to bear fruits, as Gus hands her thousand-dollar checks. However, in the meantime, Lily also learns that Percy Gryce is now engaged to Evie Van Osburgh, and realizes that her opportunity to secure a safe financial future for herself is once again compromised. The novel opens on a hot afternoon in September, as Lily has just missed a train to go to Bellomont, where her friends Judy and Gus Trenor are organizing a party. Her acquaintance Lawrence Selden, who runs into her at Grand Central Station, spends a few hours with her, distracting her waiting alone in the hot city.

Two or three red farm-houses dozed under the apple-trees,and the white wooden spire of a village church showed beyond the shoulderof the hill; while far below, in a haze of dust, the high-road ranbetween the fields. In the woody hollows of the park there was already a faint chill; but asthe ground rose the air grew lighter, and ascending the long slopesbeyond the high-road, Lily and her companion reached a zone of lingeringsummer. The path wound across a meadow with scattered trees; then itdipped into a lane plumed with asters and purpling sprays of bramble,whence, through the light quiver of ash-leaves, the country unrolleditself in pastoral distances.

But thesallow preoccupied women, with their bags and note-books and rolls ofmusic, were all engrossed in their own affairs, and even those who sat bythemselves were busy running over proof-sheets or devouring magazinesbetween their hurried gulps of tea. Gradually, to be sure, the stress of the old thoughts would return; butat least they did not importune her waking hour. The drug gave her amomentary illusion of complete renewal, from which she drew strength totake up her daily work. The strength was more and more needed as theperplexities of her future increased. But to Lily herself, aware that thelegacy could not be put to such a use, the preliminary training seemed awasted effort.

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Trenor tries to exploit his generosity to make a romantic move, but Lily spurns his attentions. Bertha still has feelings for Lawrence notwithstanding her recent breakup with him. When it becomes clear that Seldon still has feelings for Lily, she aims to ruin the latter's budding romance with Percy by filling him in on the most salacious and scandalous rumors about Lily's card-playing and past romantic life.

“I am chucking it away because I must go, if you’ll have the goodness tocall a cab for me,” Lily returned with a smile. Trenor drained the glass he had filled for himself, and paused to set itdown before he answered. Suddenly she raised her eyes with the beseeching earnestness of a child.“You never speak to me—you think hard things of me,” she murmured.

It was difficult to define her beyond saying that sheseemed to exist only as a hostess, not so much from any exaggeratedinstinct of hospitality as because she could not sustain life except in acrowd. The collective nature of her interests exempted her from theordinary rivalries of her sex, and she knew no more personal emotion thanthat of hatred for the woman who presumed to give bigger dinners or havemore amusing house-parties than herself. Trenor’s bank-account, almost always assured her ultimate triumph insuch competitions, success had developed in her an unscrupulous goodnature toward the rest of her sex, and in Miss Bart’s utilitarianclassification of her friends, Mrs. Trenor ranked as the woman who wasleast likely to “go back” on her.

Yes, the Furies mightsometimes sleep, but they were there, always there in the dark corners,and now they were awake and the iron clang of their wings was in herbrain.... She opened her eyes and saw the streets passing—the familiaralien streets. Everything in the pastseemed simple, natural, full of daylight—and she was alone in a place ofdarkness and pollution.—Alone! Her eyes fell on an illuminated clock at a street corner, and shesaw that the hands marked the half hour after eleven. Only half-pasteleven—there were hours and hours left of the night!