09.06.11: the dirty dozen {wrought iron in philadelphia}
do not make the mistake of assuming that a safari in search of immobile architectural details is less hazardous than a safari in search of moving creatures; indeed, one assumes at one's peril that architectural details cannot move.
...The arteriogram sequence is especially traumatising. Blatty recalls being present the first time someone fainted during the scene: "It was at the first preview in New York. I was nervously standing at the back and up the aisle came a woman, unsteady on her feet with her hand over her face, who kept murmuring 'Jesus! Jeeeesus!' over and over again. And I remember thinking 'I hope that's not Pauline Kael'..." - Mark Kermode, The Exorcist
@Amid Privilege i've considered it, lisa, but i fear i would starve to death in new orleans, unlikely as that sounds.
@MDF who, i ask you, could ever think 'i hope that's not pauline kael.'
aside: i was stumping up the corporate escalator with my flip flops and bandaged toes the other day and ran into anna motherfucking wintour, pardon my french. actually i'm only 99% sure it was her, which given that she's probably the most recognizable person in the industry seems kind of ridiculous, but when one is rocking firework-toes one hopes to god that that 1% works out, and i don't even read vogue.
I say keep going south, all the way to New Orleans.
ReplyDelete...The arteriogram sequence is especially traumatising. Blatty recalls being present the first time someone fainted during the scene: "It was at the first preview in New York. I was nervously standing at the back and up the aisle came a woman, unsteady on her feet with her hand over her face, who kept murmuring 'Jesus! Jeeeesus!' over and over again. And I remember thinking 'I hope that's not Pauline Kael'..."
ReplyDelete- Mark Kermode, The Exorcist
@Amid Privilege i've considered it, lisa, but i fear i would starve to death in new orleans, unlikely as that sounds.
ReplyDelete@MDF who, i ask you, could ever think 'i hope that's not pauline kael.'
aside: i was stumping up the corporate escalator with my flip flops and bandaged toes the other day and ran into anna motherfucking wintour, pardon my french. actually i'm only 99% sure it was her, which given that she's probably the most recognizable person in the industry seems kind of ridiculous, but when one is rocking firework-toes one hopes to god that that 1% works out, and i don't even read vogue.
Okra. Rice. Beans.
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i have no idea what's going on at this point, team, but i like it.
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