It’s a great relief to me now that Jacek’s quiveration preferences have changed since we’ve been together. When we met, he had Heather Graham on his list. He will argue that this is largely attributable to the fact that Austin Powers was his hero but back then, undeniably, dopey eyed and big tits were his go-to risers.
Slowly, gradually, his taste has evolved. Today there’s really only one. The One. Marion Cotillard. We went to see Nine on Boxing Day. Utterly forgettable. With the exception of Penelope Cruz and Judi Dench and of course another sensitive, nuanced performance by my girl Marion who is the only female cast member to have two numbers and who, during her second number, dances painfully but passionately for her deceitful husband, in a song meant to convey how his betrayals have stripped her of her dignity and self confidence, to the point where she ends up tearing off her bra by the end of the song.
The theatre could have gone up in flames, Jacek would not have moved. She is SO F-CKING BEAUTIFUL. The French face, the French elegance, the adorable French accent, her mouth… I would gladly send him to her. When you love someone who want the best for him.
Marion was honoured last night at the Palm Springs Film Festival with the Desert Palm Achievement Actress Award looking perfect in a short black cocktail Elie Saab with her hair swept up.
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I’ll gladly share with her