PATRICIA IS INVITING YOU TO LICK YOUR SCREEN- 12/11/21
Perhaps you thought that because it was November 11th, the 12th would be a holiday? That we'd be off to the Bay of Arcachon for a massage between two jet fuel cocktails?
That we'd be prepared to leave you behind to take it easy in the region of Little White Lies, which reminds me more favourably of an ejaculation than a film? Especially since my favourite thing about Canet is his wife?
That being said, I can assure you that we're here, and we won't be taking any time off on a public holiday. We love you too much for that, we've got you under our skin too much to think of letting ourselves go by not informing you properly about the state of the world and how it's managing to walk on heels.
And I can only think of one thing that will make you feel serene, sparkling and happy with yourself: seeing life through the prism of a pair of Patricias. In the end, the rest doesn't matter, because as long as you've got something to walk in style - a meteorite could hit the earth and decimate the whole world - you'll always have your Patricia's on your feet, proud not to be a loser.
What else happened on November 12th? Well, this day was privileged to see the appearance of Grace Kelly on our planet, but I won't bore you with this quintessentially Hitchcockian actress, who starred in one of my favourite films, Rear Window.
We've already talked about an actress from the same or almost the same era, the previous news, and that would force me to recount the story of her life, going back to her marriage, her tragic death, Stéphanie's musical career, Daniel Ducruet, Vincent Lindon, the list goes on and on.
My dear sisters, you deserve the best and you're going to get it. Nah, today the one who will be celebrated in this Newsletter that the Taliban envy us, will be Anne Hathaway, who today celebrates her 39th birthday.
How time flies. I used to watch her films when I was little, with glitter in my eyes. Happy birthday to you Anne. Congratulations on your career, you're sparkling and I'd love to wake up next to you in the morning. But maybe you've got better things to do than share the life of the greatest shoe designer ever, baby. Maybe you'd rather be making duds than making my tongue languish, but I want you to know that I love you and I'm so proud of you, baby, for being in the next James Gray movie. Hail to you and your stratospheric career.
And to top off this historic newsletter, here's something to tone your buttocks: