"matchmaker, matchmaker, i'll bring the veil; you bring the groom, slender and pale."
it's a new tradition, so it's no less false right now than the made up tradition in aleksei fedorchenko's "silent souls" in which a bride-to-be has colored threads tied to her pubic hair by her girlfriends, threads that will be removed by her husband on her wedding night and tied by him to an alder tree on their wedding night. the finnic border culture in the movie doesn't exist, and neither does any irish culture for which the shearing of a groom's facial hair by his best man is a (pre-)nuptial custom. but that's art for you. the best of the best men in the world should be expecting to be held to that obligation from tonight on. grow a beard and get good with those clippers.
accentuating the jaw line is always slimming, and tonight's groom was irish, so he was already pale.
"night after night, in the dark, i'm alone; so find me a match of my own."
irony. r.i.p.
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