Sunday, June 24, 2012
Orson Welles/ Touch of Evil/ 1958
WHAT A GREAT CHALLENGE! Thank you, Tess, Magpie Tales.
HAM ON WRY
Listen Charlton, sweetheart, by-pass the cold buffet, the only thing left is a very dead sardine with glassy eyes. All I got was a crab that looked like Hitchcock. Go straight to the foie gras. Marlon's jumping it like it's going out of style. Then head for the hot stuff. They'll cook your goose just the way you like it. I even had to push Janet aside so I could take a dive into the innards. Dumb broad is on a diet! Eating something green! Makes me shudder, kinda nasty, a touch of evil, if you ask me. I told her to put some meat on her bones, or it'll be curtains for her. If looks could kill. After you lunge into seconds, make sure you finish with the Orson pudding, noir sprinkles on top. Okay, baby? Who said I'm a legend in my own mind?
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