The sun is shining, the sky is blue.
I'm getting chuffed and watching The Seven Year Itch. Busy morning, hey?
I've got the Misfits, which I love.
And Bus Stop, also good.
sometime later...
A load of old tosh, really.
Madonna's cone bras, on all the ladies, and lame, uninteligable melodrama. It was as though all the writer's had a really bad pill addiction. There is a level of anxiety in the script.
Oh hang on, here comes the dress in the subway scene. It is all kind of pervy, as though the leading man could easily turn into a deranged, psycho killer by the end.
Sam got caught up at work and didn't come home for lunch.
Bullitt was the second feature for the day. Jacqueline Bisset, she's rubbish. Her acting always amounted to an apology. McQueen is dead. I'm guessing not many of the millennials know who he is? Sex symbol? He looked old. Green Mustang Mach 1, a yellow Porsche 356 convertible, the best ever car chase captured on film.
Another load of dross, really.
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