hiddenhound3 said:It isn't just about her physical appearance; his sister practically had to point out how much he's obsessed with her, which essentially makes the sister the third wheel in this entire relationship. To me, his psyche feels entirely incestuous, or perhaps he simply feels incomplete without her presence. There is a fatalistic bond tying them together. Throughout the film, I was left with the distinct impression that he only truly loves Alma when she acts like a doll—silent, motionless, and devoid of any independent will or effort.
Look, we're talking about a man who spends his life tailoring women's dresses.
The sister functions as a sort of proxy for the mother, though I didn't catch any actual sexual undertones there.
He’s clearly comfortable playing the part of his late mother's sterile, perfectionist little boy, using her memory as the ultimate blueprint for every other woman he encounters.
Ultimately, the mother represents his only true connection to femininity. 😁
His repressed urge to break free from all that rigid perfectionism shows up in one tiny detail—his attraction to a certain "imperfect" female figure—but he's far too foolishly guarded to ever admit it.
He’s trapped by his own neuroses, and the sister acts as nothing more than a lingering extension of his mother.
She’s the only one who truly understands his baggage, and she hands him off to a woman who isn't threatened by any single facet of his complicated personality.
🤷