Ok, since we seem to be on the subject of lecherous men and art and the movies made about them I would like to point out that probably the truth of any story is no more accurate than the so called misinterpretation. Fiction attempts to address this and historical fiction attempts to address it under the guise of some historical fact. Either way I probably won't see the movie now because of all the besmirching of my little trollop. Just kidding, I'm sure she probably is vapid in real life (and come to think of it, many of her roles), which is what I'm avoiding inside the movie house in the first place. Similar subject matter: I recently saw for the first time since it's original release, Pretty Baby, it was in the bargain bin at the Culpeper Walmart, and what a different experience that was watching from the perspective of a forty-something man instead of that teenager I was back when. And I have often complained that no one has really gotten the essence of New Orleans on film or in story but the outside shots in Pretty Baby are totally evocative of that essence, so way to go Louis Malle, you really kicked ass on that one.
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- jimlouis 12-06-2003 2:58 pm