I think Joan knew Bill was going to shoot herself. So elegant and calm, as if it was just a small game, slowly pick up the cup and put it on the head to meet the fatal blow. There is a tacit understanding between the closest people, and there is a deep love in silence.
I guess it's about time for our William Tell routine...
"sure,bill" Joan, sleepy-eyed, smiled, as if mocking Bill's naughtyness, and slowly picked up the glass and put it on her head, blah! With a sound, the world returns to peace. What could be more romantic than dying at the hands of a loved one?
This is one of the sexiest movie scenes ever made.
The rest of the film is rubbish, filled with all kinds of superficial sexual innuendo but pretending to be high-level, not worthy of comment.
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