Thursday, October 06, 2005

You know what's ironic? Reading an article about the joys of "guilty pleasure" movies like Cruel Intentions and the Devil's Advocate which concludes rapturously with an exclamation about how central the erotic sense of place is in these big-budget studio pictures, and then noticing that the author's from Oakland.

Somebody's taken their Gertrude Stein way too seriously.

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