Self is watching the weirdest Harrison Ford movie ever. In the scene currently presenting before self’s disbelieving eyes, a wildly staring, twitchy Ford is dancing with French actress Emmanuele Seigner, clad in a fetching orange dress (How very prescient of the film-makers to anticipate the “hot summer color” of 2008!)
The whole movie is crazy, though it does feature one very memorable scene of Harrison Ford jumping out of bed, stark naked, with only a teddy bear covering his privates. Then he gets into a fight with two French thugs and self wonders if the film-makers are really going to go all the way with this . . . (a la Viggo Mortensen in “Eastern Promises”) But, alas, no, the scene ends five seconds later.
Speaking of Viggo, “Witness” was showing on TV a few nights ago, and lo and behold, who was that fetching young lad in all the Amish scenes? A really good-looking boy — why, it was none other than Viggo! At, like, 15 years old! And his face looked exactly the same.
(And — aaargh, manicure that self was so proud of, only a few hours ago, has been chipped in several places. When??? How??? Was manicurist perhaps skimping on her product? Self means: using cheaper brands than usual? Because self has never had this happen before, not in all the eight years she’s been a customer. And then hubby tells self that he pulled into a Chevron and had begun filling up with gas when he saw the price/gallon: $4.23. He stopped after he’d loaded up $3.93 and left. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hubby says, shaking his head, “This country’s really going to the dogs.”)
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.
