Pensées de, um, Mlle. Brigitte Jones

1) Censorship is so...fickle. Broadcasters go to great lengths to excise the words "tits" and "fuckwit"--aurally and visually, even, from over-the-shoulder shots of instant messaging and journals--but leave in phrases like "Sod 'em all" and "I don't give a toss." It's just odd to have evidence of all this linguistic arbitrariness right there. In the same mix.

2) So, this bum. Okay, it's a bad screen grab and probably stretched/skewed in the getting. And putting a camera on a body does add difference if not weight. And there's camera angle. And costumery. But adding and subtracting everything you want, you are basically looking at a bum that needed 20-30 lbs. to get even this big, which when you watch the film isn't very big at all. It's a little scary to actually see. I know this is obvious ground, but I needed to tread it. Goddamn starvation thinkin.

3) It seems to me that in order for Hugh Grant to play somebody even as nasty/edgy as he does in this film (and it's not that bad), he has to have this whole other career of jollity underneath it. 50 years ago he might have been a charming cad, professional roue (which he's clearly better at playing) with not nearly as much preliminary nice-making. I mean, Nine Months? Come on. Well, he was certainly much more interesting in his early career. Maybe it's just America's fault.