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alhamdullilah -> RE: Watching the Story of O. Thoughts? (6/13/2010 7:41:15 PM)
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I happen to agree with AnimusRex regarding the movie (specifically the soft-porn 70's version) and his assessment of it wholeheartedly. I have often had my appreciation of that movie responded to with condescension, not having read the book - though I would like to have read it. Yet, I watched that version of "The Story of O", feeling as though my private and presumably perverse fantasies had been drawn from me, extracted from my mind and soul to be acted out on screen - badly acted by the standards of many - but I was nonetheless astonished, enthralled and deeply aroused every one of the 2,000 times I viewed it! I was baffled by the number and accuracy of my personal and secret desires that were captured and depicted in the story! Perhaps naive to be so amazed, I was utterly changed by the simple fact that such a film, such a story even existed.
I agree that Rene and Sir Stephan were relatively flat characters but there was one male character with depth: the one who trained her, seemed so cruel and wonderfully uncompromising but, ultimately fell in love with her. The scene in which they happen upon one another some time after she has completed her training at Roissy and he expresses his desire to "spend some time" with her only to be denied when she calls Sir Stephan for permission is one I find agonizing to watch because his desire for her is so evidently beyond mere lust. He is the one who molded her and aided her most in becoming the woman she did. Except that he appears so vulnerable in those moments before and after he is refused his desire, I would say that he was possibly more enchantingly Masterful than Sir Stephan in that he didn't only objectify her, he subjected her to the harshest brutality she endured and seemed both proud and moved by her evolution.
Okay. Clearly enough... I loved that movie and after all I've come to experience, understand and accept about the realistic application of such indescribably desirable fantasies, it has never become cheesy, never ceased to touch those exquisitely sensitive places in my soul and remind me how much passion, idealism and inescapable devotion I felt in pursuit of the fulfillment of such fantasies and that seemingly strange but simple notion of surrender, submission and service. Perhaps the story does portray inapplicable ideals and imaginings. I'll probably never have the room I dreamed for 20 years of having with two white posts to be tied to just like in the movie. Most likely, I'll never experience the majority of things she did that met with my own desires and, if I did, I'd probably be disappointed by the reality I suppose. I think I'd rather return to that naivete and idealism than remain the jaded spirit that reality, age and interpretation have made of me, though! Certainly, by now, I'm not afraid to possess my sexual eccentricities, just a lot more cautious about embracing them - maybe too cautious.
Thanks to the OP for inspiring my memory of a girl who fell in love with "The Story of O" and ultimately to consider whether she still exists in me!
-llilah
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