This post is going to be relevant to a negative number of people but I gotta get this off my chest after watching the pro-union 1957 movie, The Garment Jungle for the first time:
I am now shipping my very first throuple:
First of all, union-organizer Tulio and his wife Theresa are clearly Fucking
And the boss’s son, Alan is immediately attracted to both of them
Tulio has to die nobly, of course, killed by mobsters hired by the boss, while trying to bring his workers into the union. But before that the two people who are in love with him try to keep him from being heroic
And Alan and Theresa go off and sit in a bar together and wait for news of Tulio, having to sit in separate booths because Theresa has to breastfeed her baby. But not having to look each other in the eye only heightens their immediate intimacy
And it’s not like Tulio feels disposable to the narrative, like he has to die to make way for The Real Couple of Alan and Theresa. The two of them are pretty good together, but it’s when a scene contains all three of them that the chemistry is off the charts.
