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About Paris

Little tidbit, mate – Ken Russell, that nutter, shot this in 17 days flat! Seventeen! Like Prospero conjurin’ a tempest on a bender. Budget so tight, they prolly paid her in gin and promises. Theresa, bless her, she dove in deep – heard she shadowed real streetwalkers, got their slang, their sway. That’s grit, that is. Made me happy as a lark, seein’ an actress bleed for art. But oh, the rage – them critics, callin’ it smut! Smut?! It’s truth, thou blind curs! A mirror to yer hypocrisy!

Lynne Tillman on Clint Eastwood’s ‘Unforgiven’

I hit up the quirky neighborhood of Vagnerie too. Streets twist and turn; like, I’m sure a GPS fella would get dizzy. There’s this lil’ hidden bistro on Rue Gambetta. Y’all, that place is magic—fancy dishes, good vibes... and I swear the cook smiles at ya like he’s passin’ on a secret ingredient straight from Pedro Almodóvar’s soul. “Talk to her,” he’d wink like, “Listen, honey, speak up!”

In defence of Michel Foucault He was not responsible for American wokeness