Monday, April 23, 2007

Oh Peggy, Where Art Thou?

"The L Word," Episode 213, Lacuna

Peggy and Bette are bonding as they discuss the sexual escapades of the Surrealists. Helena is there; her attempts to seduce Leigh (played by a hot Carly Pope-like actress who I'm too lazy to Google at the moment) are interrupted.

This is one of the conversations that illustrates the awesomeness of Peggy Peabody. She's so blunt and dark. She better come back in season 5.


Pe
ggy: Did anyone happen to see the Surrealist show at The Met a few years ago?
Leigh: "Desire Unbound." It was brilliant. Brilliantly curated. The Man Rays were completely brilliant.
Peggy: Fuck brilliant. I'm talking about how those people fucked.
Bette: Those Surrealists certainly fucked a lot, and it's very well documented.
Peggy: Eluard the poet was with the beauteous Gala, and then Gala slipped off and seduced Max Ernst, who thought he was very much in love with Louise at the time.
Peggy: Then Gala ended up with Dali, and that left Eluard and Louise to share another woman, the very strange Denise Levy, who was being courted, and boinked, I believe, at the time by -
Bette: [smiling] Breton.
Peggy: Breton, yes, and boinked by Peret, and blabbity-blabbity-blah.
Peggy: Well, at least they wrote fabulous, tortured, sick love poems to one another.
Helena: Yes, mummy, 'cause that - that absolutely redeemed them.
Peggy: Well, you know, all that fucking, with no art, is really rather dreary.
Peggy: I hope you girls write fabulous, sick, neurotic, tortured love poems to one another.
Bette: I'm actually working on several right now.
Peggy: Send me one, would you, Bette?

I agree, Peggy. Art makes everything less dreary.

1 comment:

AKH said...

OH I loved that scene. Peggy and Bette are great together.