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scene-herd on Le cinquième élément:

“I’m still disturbed that Milla Jovovich as Leeloo is Luc
Besson’s vision of the ‘perfect/supreme being.’ What?
Child-like, orange haired, and scantily clad?”

I tend to agree. Come to think of it, there’s very little textual
evidence substantiating her supremacy. Instead, we are perpetually
instructed — by such field experts as Vito
Cornelius, Corben Dallas, the dopey military guy, and the dopey science
guy — that Leeloo really is some hiterto-undiscovered Platonic
asymptote.

Father Cornelius (d/b/a Bilbo Baggins of late) is probably the only
member of this cosmic pair-figure-skating panel with any credentials at
all in the field, and he’s no better than the rest of them.
“She’s also so … fragile …” (gesturing girlie-curves in
the air to a robot bartender)

It’s the same way, I suppose, with all impossibly, obnoxiously beautiful
girls. Somehow they are esteemed (by hetero men, of course) to have
evolved to some higher form of humanity, but none of those men can quite
explain why without reverting to some lower form of pre-mammalian
linguistics.

“Bzzzz.”

photo.net has the best photographer’s-perspecti
ve review of my camera, the Coolpix 775. (The review is useful for
those of us trying to determine just what all the various “scene modes”
really do, since the manual is fuzzy on the optical details.)

Overheard:

It was dark and I was drunk. Ran straight into the side of a
cow.

Robert Sore
on
Friends:

Even among the homeless, “The
Friends” is a must-discuss: Phoebe’s long climb from the depths of depression,
Ross’s bout with sexual indeterminacy, Monica’s adorable, curmudgeonly joi de
vivre, Rachel’s hair, Chandler’s weight problem.

Some might say it’s all simply melodrama — but some say, too, that
Shakespeare and Sophocles were hacks. There’s no accounting for taste,
perhaps.