.........but as far as I am aware, I fortunately don't smell like it.
Grizzle, grumble, groan. I have a cold. Again. Mind you, I don't really think I got over the last one fully.
Thank goodness for phenylephrine.
Bow-made by me
Now,sometime in the last few days G and I watched Irma Vep. I adore the sound of the French language, and can sometimes quite happily close my eyes and listen to them natter away in the wild hopes that I might learn by osmosis, but alas, no. This has some English in it,as the main character does not speak French. It's one of the points, apparently, of the film. What other points there are, are negotiable. Maggie Cheung is a hottie, and I have admired her for some time. It's an odd little film, yet rather incomphrehensible, but I managed to stick with it until the end. Which was definetly the high point!!!
I'm not overly picky about my movies. I can watch Hollywood tripe as well as highbrow arty farty films. I'm quite happy to give anything a go. I think I expected more from this film. Especially as it was an official selection at Cannes?! Official selection of what? Incomprehensible movies of the festival? Wasted hot minx of the year? Nice latex shame about the plot? And so what if Irma Vep is an anagram of vampire.
Am I making any sense? LOL, I'm thinking that I have brain fog.
Over and out.