PATRICIA WRITES TO EXPRESS HER ADMIRATION - 08/07/22
Today I had to tell you about my greatest sexual discovery - ever. Something that sent me over the edge like no other.
An extraordinary object, a travelling companion, a miracle. I'm telling you, my dear sisters, I've got the solution to all our orgasmic problems. But to cut a long story short, I can't divulge any more at the moment. Your impatient sexes can wait.
No, today I'm sad to have to bring you sad news. The death of James Caan. He died the day before yesterday. So why him in particular when more than 29 million people have already died since January 1st? And more than 100 billion since the beginning of humanity? So let me roll up the sleeves of my white denim suit, which makes me look like a mermaid.
It's quite simple, James Caan is the epitome of the male with perfect shoulders. The man for whom I threw myself heart and soul into the world of shoes has just died, and I'll be inconsolable for most of the day. Maybe even the weekend.
So let me take a moment to rewind part of his life and point out the obvious: he was one hell of a guy. And the first person to realise this was Francis Ford Coppola. Before that, he had already played with Billy Wilder and Howard Hawks. But it was Francis who saw in him all the potential of a mad, hot-headed dog, and he offered him that tailor-made role in The Godfather as Brando's son, in which he would be riddled with bullets for his impetuous nature.
After that, he went on to make Rollerball, a futuristic thriller that made me want to become a roller skating hotshot. Then he moved on to Peckinpah, refusing Close Encounters of the Third Kind and above all One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. As the female influencers say, it's a doozy. But it was only to return at the dawn of the 80s with Michael Mann's Thief.
In the mid-80s, he went throught a dry spell and suffered a depression, but returned to the forefront with a successful adaptation of Stephen King, and they are rare: Misery. He continued to make films in the 90s, and especially television films, but I will remember two great films to conclude his immense career, which we would have liked to be even longer: The Yards and Dogville.
I could have gone on for hours, days and years about this hero of the 7th art, but I have to finish making my next collection. In the meantime, take advantage of the sales, you deserve it. I'll sprinkle in this Japanese version of this Beatles hit: