These babies loom large on me even in other forums.
I was reading something about the female gaze today and was thinking of how in film theory, the camera itself is considered to be a voyeuristic male gaze. Consider this:
It's one of the most breathtaking and even 'sexy' scenes I have ever seen, but at the end of the day, it's male consumption of the female body, it's voyeuristic.
If we look at European art analysis, many people hold that the female nude body was painted with the gaze of the audience in mind— which was automatically assumed to be the cishet white male.
On the other hand, if you read medieval European poetry, gazing was considered the first step to pyas. It wasn't just sin to have sex, but gazing itself was an act of pleasure, deriving and satisfying sexual desire, romantic love. You could also look at scopophilia where the inherent shame of looking at someone is overcome by the pleasure derived from it. (Think p-rn on a very crude level).
Thing is there's ample archive of heroes looking/appreciating/loving/objectifying/desiring women in media. That's how women characters are shown. Zoom in on eyes. Zoom in on lips. Zoom in on the buttocks. Even when it's more novel and full of love like the office photoshoot men get that freedom to openly gaze.
The narrative just tells us that the woman is attracted to the man, but it's never actually shown. What does she find attractive in him? His eyes? His voice? What? I think of how the shots of abs and biceps of ml are shown in movies but only to establish their alphaness ().
I think of this scene where Khushi for the first time explicitly shows sexual desire for her Arnav, his physicality. I love this scene. The camera follows Khushi's gaze here. The biceps, the sweat, the water dripping down his hair and face.
(Ignore the dub please, I couldn't find a better video on YouTube.)
And y'all know how how much I loved them during Namak Isk ka. Both of them looked like a snacc.