The Marvellous Mrs Maisal - Midge/Lenny
A mirror with lights, a rail with 3 beautiful outfits. Which will she choose for tonight? He was planning on a bar, of course; food, maybe jazz, if that’s not too… something. He doesn’t know yet how she’ll be feeling when she comes off stage, how she’ll make him feel.
The alcohol isn’t enough these days. Everything is glamour on the outside, rot at the core. That’s the truth about this country he keeps having to find new ways to express.
Except Midge – glamour, but no rot there. Not yet. He desperately wants that to be true, to stay true.
The mirror reveals what he already knows. The alcohol isn’t enough, nor are the drugs. These things he wants from Midge are impossible, unnameable. They belong in a time when he could look around and see more than the decomposing carcass of a nation. When his words spun silver, not jail sentences.
She’ll come off stage and drink with him, they’ll flirt and joke and her eyes will hold all the things he still likes about himself. So he’ll try not to ask himself, over and over, is this enough?
Soon, nothing will be. That’s why he can’t have this.