Brad Pitt looking like his Cool World character in Burn After Reading, a Coen Bros film in which I found every single cast member 100% hilarious. Like getting Jujubes stuck in your teeth, or choking on popcorn washed down with cherry coke.
Paris Vu Par, six fantastic--and way funnier than expected--shorts on city life in 1965. I thought it strange to end with Claude Chabrol's La Muette, which was starkly violent. Then I remembered that one of my first foreign films was to see his La Ceremonie with my Mother--a memory she's reasonably blocked out.
Above is a still from Rue Saint-Denis, Jean-Daniel Pollet's segment. A bashful john cooks spaghetti for a wizened-but-game prostitute. One of the most charming shorts I've ever seen. Like eating those bonbons some theaters have for you in the freezer, while smoking with the other hand.
Lindsay Lohan in pasties and with tassles on her coochie-cutters in the monstrously exploitative I Know Who Killed Me. She looks older than poor Julia Ormond, who plays her mother, but that's the tip of the nonsense iceberg lurking about 1" below the surface. Like sipping Newcastle through a goddamn Red Vines straw.
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