Rose Byrne is the cosmos. This complex and swirling whirlpool of varying emotions and expressions, made to find order and process, by the sheer will and immense talent of herself as the creator, her gravity and energy bringing semblance and beauty to all that she reveals to us. We are enamored of her spectacle and splendor. We are beguiled by how she can be a thing of nature of such absolute beauty. We want to learn, to explore, to discover and to embrace her. What contradictions she can show us, what paradoxes, are due to our own still longing for awareness, but in her eternal being is nothing short of the embodiment of perfect symmetry. She revolves in exquisite balance, spiral and smooth, soft, sweet and elegant. Rose Byrne is all this, to an infinite degree, and all of this is in this beautiful woman. She is the beginning, the end, and the middle. This beautiful woman. Rose Byrne.
Rose. What else can be said about this beautiful actress. That needs to be said. Rose. And of the rose. That glorious thing of this earthly domain, exemplifying all that is flawlessly significant. She is that. And that in itself could be all. And it leaves one to wonder, what else really can be said of her. Of Rose Byrne, that would be more descriptive. That would be more defining. That would be more ideal. More than to simply say that she is like a rose. The perfumed encapsulation of all that is natural, all that is perfect, and all that is beautiful.
Rose Byrne. Rose. What’s in a name. She must smell so sweet. This Rose. As sweet as she looks. The fragranced flavor of her femininity. Forever shall she retain that dear perfection. Slight paraphrasing. But sentiments fitting, for this beautiful flower. This Rose Byrne.
Rose Byrne is a sophisticated joy to experience in Wicker Park. Sharing the screen with beautiful Diane Kruger. Rose Byrne in this film displays a cavalcade of beautiful emotions and sensuously longing qualities. From the moment she appears, she draws us into her special world of inner longing, as mentioned, of turmoil, of suppressed desire, of conflict and discontentment, of surreal understandings and ethereal ecstasy, into her world of her own intense beauty and her unique expressiveness. She makes us long for her, in the same way that she feels. Her character feels. And our awakening desire to love and comfort her carries us through this film, seduced by the visual beauty of her meandering romantic affectations and her enticingly delicate machinations.
This wondrous creature of such seductive beauty, effortlessly seductive, without trying, not at all blatant or even obviously apparent. But Rose Byrne is amazing. And so strong in her powers. Such strength in this delicate flower. So strong. So fragile. So beautiful.