After seeing Les Mis last week, I thought back to those days (well, years really) of ambiguity when I knew I had feelings I didn't quite know what to do with.
Now, things have become much clearer. The minute she came on the screen, I did not covet Anne Hathaway's snappy blue bonnet. I did however, covet her.
In addition, it only took me twenty minutes into the film to realize that it was not Russell Crowe's body I was coveting, but in fact, his uniform....Ah, clarity