

Without makeup, except a smudge of leftover eyeliner, Wilde looks more like a film student than one of Hollywood’s up-and-coming directors. “People were looking at me in the bathroom like I probably shouldn’t be here,” says Wilde, seated at a back corner table of the tearoom where she goes unnoticed amid the sea of pastel-adorned guests in pumps and pearls. On this July afternoon, she has come to Claridge’s directly from a pottery class, with dried clay on her arms when she arrives. Wilde, whose acting credits include everything from the medical drama “House” to Ron Howard’s “Rush” and Clint Eastwood’s “Richard Jewell,” is wearing a black T-shirt, baggy jeans and scuffed-up Converse low tops. My early conversations with the cast were all about how the audience has to buy into the fantasy.” I think it’s integral to the story itself and how the audience is meant to connect to them. “The impractical nature of their sex speaks to their ferocious desire for one another. “It’s all about immediacy and extreme passion for one another,” Wilde says of the film’s complicated central relationship. Wilde, 38, sees the world through a post-feminist prism, and the women in her films drive action on their own, without the help of men. “Why are we more comfortable with female pleasure when it’s two women on film? In hetero sex scenes in film, the focus on men as the recipients of pleasure is almost ubiquitous.” Tip's eyes were round and wondering, and the Saw-Horse uttered a sigh and turned away its head.“Female pleasure, the best versions of it that you see nowadays, are in queer films,” Wilde says. "You may say what you please," answered the Tin Woodman, briefly. So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group of wanderers, and told them the following story: "Are you really a Woggle-Bug?" enquired the Scarecrow.


Would it be improper for me to ask, also, what the 'T.E.' at the end of your name stands for?" "My brains are slightly mixed since I was last laundered. "Dear me" ejaculated the Pumpkinhead, staring somewhat intently. Does it not occur to you that I am several thousand times greater than any Woggle-Bug you ever saw before? Therefore it is plainly evident that I am Highly Magnified, and there is no good reason why you should doubt the fact." "Sir," said the Woggle-Bug, "I take you for a gentleman of judgment and discernment. "To be more explicit, the initials mean that I am Thoroughly Educated." "Those letters express my degree," answered the Woggle-Bug, with a condescending smile. We shall probably get used to you in time." I hope, however, that this circumstance will not distress you. "I confess," said the Scarecrow, "that your abrupt appearance has caused me surprise, and no doubt has startled my companions. "How very peculiar" said the Tin Woodman. A horrible existence is this, but you must remember it is the regular ordained existence of Woggle-Bugs, as well as of many other tiny creatures that inhabit the earth.

"The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless, for I wore no clothing, but each morning the warm rays of the sun gave me new life and restored me to activity. M.' means Highly Magnified," returned the Woggle-Bug, proudly.įor dress the insect wore a dark-blue swallowtail coat with a yellow silk lining and a flower in the button-hole a vest of white duck that stretched tightly across the wide body knickerbockers of fawn-colored plush, fastened at the knees with gilt buckles and, perched upon its small head, was jauntily set a tall silk hat. "It affords me great pleasure to surprise people for surely I cannot be classed with ordinary insects and am entitled to both curiosity and admiration from those I meet." "Do not apologize, I beg of you" returned the Woggle-Bug, earnestly.
