the horror, the horror

Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Thu, 18 Mar 1999 19:23:40 +0000 

    '...Coming off of the English Patient, which I am still 
    not able to remove from my frontal lobe and almost 
    every waking thought...'

    I'm never sure quite with the Pierrot when the kissing 
    stops & the joking starts.  But I PRESUME the above 
    grotesque statement arises from his jocular mode.  
    (A presumption reinforced by the reference to Fiennes, 
    an alumnus of my old school & about as Australian as myself.)

    As a matter of interest, did any other Bananafish manage 
    to sit through the entirety of that unending, arse-achingly 
    pretentious desert of fatuity?  Despite a rigorous search through 
    friends, family, acquaintances & patients I've been unable to find 
    anyone who did not slink, stalk or stride out of the cinema after 
    the thirtieth or so minute.  I myself left considerably earlier.

    Scottie B.