or “how drinking coffee serves as a visual indicator of how in sync two characters’ minds are”
In the new clip (Kjærlighetssorg) Noora and Sana are drinking coffee side by side and I noticed a pattern of shots of them drinking, without any dialogue, and no apparent reason for the drinking other than to give us a silent indicator of how much “on the same wavelength” they are at crucial points in the conversation.
The clip starts with Vilde, um, “sharing” her coffee with Magnus in a part sexual/part childish way that I won’t dignify with a screenshot. Noora and Sana are understandably a bit grossed out and awkward about it.
We have the first shot of them drinking together, and it’s a bit out of sync. They’re starting on this slight disconnect.
I wrote a few metas on food and how it is used in storytelling to show us the dynamics and the intimacy between characters: here, here, and here.
Vilde and Magnus are not really drinking coffee with the girls and leave their cups behind. We even have Noora comment sarcastically on them not really spending this time with her and Sana. We didn’t really need that literal telling that they were not really sharing this moment with Noora and Sana but, if we did, there it is.
Noora asks Sana “Aren’t people in love extremely gross?”* and Sana agrees and we get two perfect shots of them drinking in unison.
They’re agreeing, finding common ground, they’re on the same wavelength right this instant… …and that’s what’s going to trigger the heart to heart with Sana feeling comfortable enough with Noora, in this instant, to ask her about Dickhelm.
Noora confesses to what’s been going on in her love life and Sana mostly listens.
The rupture happens when Noora says that she and Dickhelm would be better off with someone else and we know, at this moment, that Sana is considering the rumour that he is, in fact, dating someone new in London…but Noora interrupts her friend’s thoughts with “I can’t bear to think about him dating someone else” and Sana knows she can’t say anything. Not now.
The spell is broken. The girls are not on the same page anymore what with Sana knowing something that she can’t tell Noora and Noora being kept in the dark unknowingly.
They take another sip and it’s off sync. More so than at the start of the clip.
Noora tries to redirect the conversation towards Sana (while still making it about her, a bit) and tells her she’s lucky to be Muslim. That that means she doesn’t have to worry about boys (again, emphasising how disconnected she really is about Sana’s personal life). She then concludes, jokingly, that she should just convert to Islam and marry Yousef.
Sana fakesmiles at that and takes another sip.
*I based my paraphrasing of what the characters are saying in the clip on the transcript by @stayinherewithyouhere
We were young
and in love,
and very angry.
And headstrong. And we fought a lot.
And it was passionate.
And we forgave each other endlessly.
And it felt holy.
I never wanted you when you
spoke to me with a resentful
mouth. But there’s a life in your
eyes I am living for.
And I make you so angry,
you will leave me. And sometimes
I hope you do.
And I live for you, with a pain in my bones.
Like bad milk. I ache for you.
I romanticise you realism, but
there’s nothing romantic
the way you would like to
spend less time with me.
Bu we ate chocolate in bed,
and we kissed a lot,
and you asked me to
And you say sorry
and I cry.
And you will love me,
till I make you angry again.
They’re in the chilly fluorescent produce section, Neil steering the cart and Andrew catching it whenever he finds chocolate-covered berries or cartons of blended sugary juice to add to the pile. Neil’s got his old jersey conspicuously clashing with their new team’s red sweats, a dark bandana twisted up in his hair. It’s almost closing, and everything feels a bit cool and loose like no one’s really supposed to be awake.
When Neil’s busy bagging carrots Andrew gets his arms folded over the handle of the shopping cart, this stupid black t-shirt all stretched out at the neck, wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, mouth flat. Neil’s sort of fond of Andrew wearing his glasses in public, and he finds himself walking backwards in front of the cart as it’s pushed, openly watching him. Andrew picks the pace up just enough to bump heavily into his shins.
Neil smiles, looping his fingers through his end of the cart so they each have a side, rolling lopsidedly towards the opening of an aisle.
“Stop making things difficult.”
“Let me drive the cart.”
Andrew regards him, fair eyebrows raised. “You’re a control freak.”
Neil laughs, startled. “You let three people total drive your car. You wouldn’t even let Sir or King in our bed for the first three months we had them. You bartered for my secrets when we met, Andrew. ”
“And?” Andrew asks, examining a box of cake mix.
“I don’t think you should be talking about controlling personalities.”
Andrew ignores him, tossing the box in the cart and pushing it back towards Neil. “Go get your diet plan shit.”
Neil makes a face. “It’s our diet plan.”
“I am not willfully drinking skimmed milk.” Andrew crosses to the bags of jumbo marshmallows and Neil pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I’ll put it in your hot chocolate.”
“You’ll die,” Andrew says simply.
Neil jostles the cart into Andrew’s side, and he drops the marshmallows back on the shelf, unimpressed. “Meet me at the front in five. I’m getting actual food to sustain actual people.”
Andrew shrugs and turns to wander out of the aisle, dragging the cart the wrong way behind him.
Neil coughs so he doesn’t laugh, senselessly thrilled. He jogs back towards the meat section, threading through coolers and displays until he finds the turkey bacon and lean chicken breasts that they live on. He’s frowning at an especially lifeless beige cut of fish when he’s wrenched around by the arm.
And with this one life you have, make sure that you be all that you want to be. There will be times, where you are filled with doubt, and there is little to no hope left, please remember you are free. Do all that you wish, never give in to the fear of others. You are wild, don’t take that for granted.