Woody Allen Lite movie. He has most definitely
lost his wit, his comedic edge. Paul found it dull,
but I was, at least, entertained in a not-too-deep
kind of way. Javier Bardem was dreamy to watch,
even if his character was a tiresome stereotype of an artist.
And I'm really tired of those puffy lips on all the
female actors these days!
although I fear these fully furred felines feel fussy.
As do I.
One of Paul's Ireland pics made skull-a-day.
(Scroll down to the puddles.)
Story: we were cruising the bumpy back roads
of County Mayo one rainy July day when suddenly
Paul screeched to a halt. What the?
"A skull! A skull!" He shouted. With Gaelic glee.
I was looking everywhere but the road,
but there it was, glaring up at us from the slick tarmac.