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Sunday, April 12, 1998
By Paul Ford
I went with my coworkers to see "City of Angels," starring Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan. It was either this or "Wild Things."
I liked watching Cage and Ryan fall in love, knowing that it's all actor's tricks. They engaged in a contest to find who had the biggest puppy-dog eyes. Cage won, but Ryan put in an admirable showing.
The secret to screen romance is leaving your mouth open while gaping at your intended, in ever-increasing intervals. After your mouth hangs open long enough, top teeth showing, someone will kiss it. The less you say, the more palpable the erotic tension. Sex is in the silences.
If only it was this easy. If sex required silence, men would be mute as monks. Never again could a fellow blurt:
"Well, as far as little moustaches go, it's cute," or
"Let's face it--your career isn't as important as mine," or the perrennial standby,
"I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. Now please, please, God, come back to bed."
Sex has less to do with silence than with the way lovers forgive each other. A suitable statement for this Easter morning.
He is risen where before he was unleavened. Happy Resurrection, good Christian readers.