It was all too much for Reid; he had to add another house rule: No international face signal for blow job signs. At least not before salad.
Reid's button-up white shirt like he just walked out of Yale is a fresh and sexy departure in this bacchanalian little scene. And I love his facial expressions throughout dinner. It moves so fast, orgasms flying five at a clip. Reid can barely take it all in, but he says a lot by saying little. He's subtle like a Rothko painting – cool and controlled.
Sonja looks very pretty and sweet. Red Riding Hood, meet your wolf.
George seducing Sonja on the beach will, for me, go down as one of the all-time great love scenes. Think Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster's famous beach grope in From Here to Eternity. You can't really hear them saying much in that scene, what with the sand and the surf and Burt Lancaster's heavy breathing, but I have a copy of the original script and Lancaster is actually whispering this in Deborah Kerr's ear: