Thursday, December 21 2006
setting: rural Hurley Township, New York
At some point today I noticed Gretchen watching a movie in which a hapless protagonist was being relentlessly bitched upon by a grey-haired Meryl Streep, and the sheer extremity of the bitchiness sucked me in. The movie was, of course, the Devil Wears Prada, about which Gretchen had heard great things. But in the end it was nothing but a big schlocky Hollywood paint-by-numbers production, full of clich´ moments that Gretchen was able to call seconds before they actually happened. But it was a surprise when the protagonist threw her cellphone into a fountain; Gretchen had just predicted it would end up in the Seine instead.
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