O tak!

It smells of audacity and perfume from cheap advertisements, the kind where passion and shame are locked in one long kiss. Everything seems to be in jest, but it tickles from laughter, and the words make it a little warm. The music winks awkwardly, intentionally. It's as if someone decided to make an erotic thriller, but the cinematographer got the genre wrong and turned on a comedy. Plastic feelings, theatrical moans, a little sticky, but honest, isn't it? There's truth even in awkwardness. The scene is simultaneously absurd and lively, as if two people are playing at love without really knowing how to portray it, but they are trying very hard.