Okay, now you and I both know that this happens right after Marnie tries to kill herself because Connery raped her the night before. But, please, that composition, and that kind of wetness… she’s just kind of perfect. A perfect ruin. Sometimes I like to think that Marnie is a Pompeii figure — cuz she’s trapped by the past, duh — except instead of ash she’s covered in red. (Water, here.)