The Wife and I just wanted to watch

Poop last night on the teevee, turn off our minds and float downstream.  (Sort of, no drugs were involved other than 2006 Grgich Hills Merlot.  Gosh, it is so good, and Biodynamic!)

And man, did Renee find some good poop!

I am loathe (embarrassed) to tell you the name of the film we watched, but you will prob figure it out, anyway.

It features a brunette, lantern-jawed girlfriend who always wears broad-shouldered button down shirts, jeans and big belts.  The only time we see her in a skirt (and it is an awful green floor length thing, which she pairs with a huge, corduroy sweater on top) is her big intimate night with her co-worker, otherwise known as our

Hero, who wears glasses. So, that we know he is v smart, and a journalist for a big-time, muckraking magazine.  The brunette girlfriend is a photographer for the same magazine.

Our villain is blonde, natch, lives next door to the journalist, and loves to lounge around in a bikini right beneath our hard-working  hero's office window.  The villain loves horses, too, and Wuthering Heights, and is v bright, and knows a lot about insects, espec wasps.

The film references Lolita, Fatal Attraction, and, most bizarrely, Strangers on a Train.

The script is awful, the performances are all awful, the score is awful, the whole movie is a complete train wreck.

Have you figured it out, yet?

But it was good fun.  We watched Woody Allen's Manhattan after that, and fell asleep to Whit Stillman's Barcelona.

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And speaking of bad films, I finally saw The Devil's Double.  And it is terrible.  And unintentionally campy, to boot.  What is it with films about "twins"? Why do they so often end up so campy? Dead Ringers really comes to mind.  Dead Ringers is a great film, though.  The Devil's Double is not even good.

I love Dominic Cooper.  He is one of my favorite young actors, and I am sure he relished the juicy tour de force part.  And he turns a good, ironic, winking performance out here.  The problem is the subject matter; the script; the insane and silly violence; the ridiculous love story; the crappy, strange sex scene (with a sleepwalking Ludivine Sagnier -- another of my personal faves! Ugh!); and the glamourous, glossy, golden lighting; and, oh, just about a dozen more things.

Oh well.  Maybe the Wife and I will need to watch some poop right before Thanksgiving 2029 and will stumble upon The Devil's Double?! That will be cool.

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Finally, some random wine notes in movies:

Hey, Nick C! During the Woody Allen documentary they showed the great Mira Sorvino scene, explaining how she became a porn star, "I liked acting.  I wanted to study," she says.  The scene with Woody takes place at a restaurant and they are drinking Chappellet Signature Cab! I could not tell the vintage, though.  Mighty Aphrodite was released in 1995.

Second, I was watching another mid-nineties movie, Naked, which is set in London, and one of the characters strictly drinks Yellow Label throughout the entire film.  I noticed that the label is actually Yellow, not orange, like it is today.

Now, does England or Europe only get Yellow Labels and the US gets orange? Or, did they change the Yellow Label to orange after this film was made? What gives?

Still like the wine, though.  Do not care whether it is orange or yellow or whatevah.

Mwah, ... 


PS  Big, fun movie news coming up on fauxluxe shortly, so, stay tuned.



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