Look at the way he says “I must”…Anton, dammit, come here and let me love you.
I realized last night that I smoke cigarettes like the Underwoods; once a day, just before going to bed, and usually after working out.
Only Frank and Claire sit in the window of their posh DC townhouse and hatch diabolical schemes while I stand outside in the cold waiting for a dog to shit.
Anton Walbrook and Moira Shearer in The Red Shoes (1948, dirs. Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger
I still can’t believe it. Best series ever.