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Great photos.

The second one is sweet, I agree, fish, but probably not likely given the blonde's real character in the film.

I sure we have enough talent here to write the scene.
"Alternate ending" is a phrase that springs to mind.
Like an O'boy scene instead of the pool at the end.

Nice little clip of the director and cast.

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x60qjp_pauline-acquart-futur-star_creation

Oh, very nice find, fishy!

Très doux Monsier le poisson!

snaps wrote:Très doux Monsier le poisson!

If only you knew how sweet.

There a few others there as well if you click on the keyword Acquart.
You probably have.
I feel silly now.

But sweet.

A lovely photo-montage. It's well time to see the film again, drive out the UK Winter blues and remember that scorcher of a June 2007 when it was filmed.

Nice.

Ian wrote:Nice.

Very.

They should've wound up together though.
I think there was a little spark of magic between them.

You never know, that might just have been the actresses.

Shit! I'm so pissed off with being invited to post on other people's webspace. Then like being totally fucking ignored. I tell people what the reference points are, but they are so fucking lazy they can't be arsed even to check it. I'm fucking done with it. New Year's resolution: sod 'social networking'. OK read this. It isn't great as a song lyric or poetry even true, but you will recognise that it's mmm, some of me + a lot of Water Lilies + a bit of FA + a bit of Broder Daniel



SUPERSTAR SUPERNOVA

In private you shed many a pearly tear
For the girl at home that you once were
And the brand new electric plastic woman
You’ve so multimedia fashionably become

Just put two and two and add together
Now imagine it all as you remember
I love you deep down even more than hate
Lost inside a winding whirlwind of fate

DREAM DRIVEN WORMS, FEAST ON YOUR WORDS
THEY EAT OUT YOUR BRAIN, AND DRIVE YOU INSANE

In private you curl up and silently weep
Demons your companions haunt your sleep
Conscience pangs keep you awake at night
With no-one left around to hear your plight

Nothing times nothing add zero is none
Now all your fashionable friends are gone
I love you deep down even more than hate
Lost inside a winding whirlwind of fate

DREAM DRIVEN WORMS, FEAST ON YOUR WORDS
THEY EAT OUT YOUR BRAIN, AND DRIVE YOU INSANE

I’d sigh rather than stop and talk to you
I try so hard never to be like you
I’d cry rather than to have your love
I’d die even rather than have you live

DREAM DRIVEN WORMS, FEAST ON YOUR WORDS
THEY EAT OUT YOUR BRAIN, AND DRIVE YOU INSANE

Very good.

I said "sod social networking" a long time ago. I honestly don't get it. If you want to talk to me, there's this little thing called email, or even the telephone. I'm really not that interested in what time someone I haven't seen for 19 years got up this morning and what they had for breakfast.

snaps wrote:...sod 'social networking'...

Ian wrote:...I said "sod social networking" a long time ago...

Are you two on the rag or something.


So sad Snaps. Loved it.

Ignore me. Everyone else does. This time of year always makes me crabby. plus I'm uber pissed off generally with other people, especially writers.

I'd love to be able to say something helpfull Snaps, but when you suffer from foot in mouth disease like me..... you know.

snaps wrote:...I'm uber pissed off generally with other people, especially writers.

WTF have you done now Lan?