On this Valentine's Day I find myself with a craving to watch one of my favorite Hitchcock movies, one I haven't seen in years--Notorious. Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant team up to infiltrate a Nazi spy ring. Complete with lots of uber-creepy Hitchcock goodness and a particularly smooth, particularly sinister Claude Rains.
Devlin: Why?
Alicia: Maybe the fact that you don't love me.
Devlin: ...When I don't love you, I'll let you know.
Alicia: You haven't said anything.
Devlin (kissing her): Actions speak louder than words.
Sigh.
And lastly. My favorite movie kiss for your Valentine's Day viewing pleasure. Now it's hard to single out just one.

Devlin: Why?
Alicia: Maybe the fact that you don't love me.
Devlin: ...When I don't love you, I'll let you know.
Alicia: You haven't said anything.
Devlin (kissing her): Actions speak louder than words.
Sigh.
And lastly. My favorite movie kiss for your Valentine's Day viewing pleasure. Now it's hard to single out just one.
For instance, while I am very partial to this one:

This one is also lovely:

But in the end, I think I'll have to go with this one. For the sheer hotness of it all.
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