Tashi Duncan - Her Time 🎾🖤

What’s worse?

Losing the ability to do what you love, absolutely adore and worship 

Or being surrounded by it 

but never allowed to take part?

Like a dying caterpillar watching the butterflies soaring in the air.

It might seem like a blessing to work in the place you always dreamed of, but it’s a quiet kind of torture,

watching others live the life that should have been yours. It’s not just longing; it’s a constant reminder of what you’ve lost.

Tashi 

A woman deeply conscious of the value of her time. Throughout the film, she rants about it, how she values each minute. She keeps count of every single second she spent with her little white boys and despise them for wavering from tennis. How tennis consumes her thoughts, even in the most intimate moments (like sex).

She carefully crafts her life to ensure independence, even if her only tangible skill is hitting a ball with a racket. She understands the importance of mastering her field, identifying opportunities, and chasing them with unwavering aggression. Her energy is infectious, pulling the audience into the same adrenaline rush that fuels her on the court.

Resurrected, she rises again

this time as a coach

defying the knee injury that once ended her career. She despises Patrick Zweig, a man too loose, too unwilling to give his all. 

Instead, she chooses Art Donaldson, not the best player, but someone who listens. His hunger for victory mirrors her own, making her want to live the dream with him, even if, at times, she hates him.

I've seen myself in that relentless drive, dreaming about winning, unable to let it go. 

I understand her inclination towards Patrick, 

as he could see her as she is. 

Obsessive, selfish, dangerous and beautiful.

And she's well aware of herself.

ART : "I'm just asking you to love me, no matter what"

TASHI : "What am I, Jesus?"

(My favourite dialogue, stating her relentless nature leaving no room for love, only the game)

But Tashi,

I won't justify your infidelity.

But aren't we all duncanators (how can someone not fall in love with you)

I just wish you'd never crossed paths with your two little white boys,

I hope you realise that you are so much more than just tennis.

But I'm happy that you could finally watch some "good f*cking tennis" before your husband jumped into your lover's arms.

 The Red on her face: her descendence to       infidelity.

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