soul has informed me that it was indeed Kevin Kline, and that he was speaking random Russian, not Italian, phrases. So not only have I had an odd scene popping into my head, but an erroneous memory of an odd (yet very funny) scene. Time to see it again, I suppose.
Archives for July 2000
80s classic A Fish Called Wanda in which John Cleese speaks random Italian phrases driving Jamie Lee Curtis mad with desire has been running through my brain since Friday night.
has managed to get into another adventure up in Woody Creek: last Thursday, Hunter S. Thompson wounded his assistant in a gun mishap. [link via Pith and Vinegar]
I suppose I’ll start by telling you what we did to my grandmother: we cocooned her first in several padded quilts and then in the old horse blanket that Thomas had been brushing clean the entire afternoon; we fastened a rope as thick as my fist around her shoulders, her chest, down her legs and tightly around her ankles, winding it again and again to ensure it was secure; at her head and at her feet we positioned two candles, and when they were lit, it looked like silk-threaded wings were breaking out of her sides and rising up and down against the light.
[excerpt from Suki Lee’s Go Through the Waves]
I tend to expect anymore, during the aforementioned sushi dinner (at a great place up on Bernard, West of du Parc) I met a woman and her partner, who are friends of Ed‘s. The world is quite simply too small.