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belated sidenote re: Out of Sight (only 'cause each time I
laboriously rewrote my critique last week, couldn't post the damn
thing) -- Found I enjoyed it tremendously. Lopez may be an
airhead, but she's just what the doctor ordered for this film.
Our local reviewer (@Syd, Woodstock Times) said that Clooney's
character tended to look smarter than he was, which was right on
the mark. He also said that SS kept the more gratuitous violence
just out of range/focus, almost as if the camera were averting
its eyes. I love Soderburg's style, and had fun with this light little
movie. Not to mention it was a fairly intemperate day here, and I
was wearing my Lycra/cotton black Gap trousers (huggysnuggy in
all the right places), black velvet flats and a fitted black/ecru
suitjacket. I donned my black eyeshaders and hipslinked my way to
the car under that amber marble of sun above. Could pretend
(until I looked in a mirror -- where Irish eyes and pale skin are
smiling) that I was a J. Lopezian sticking to myself in the
beastly Floridian climate, sucking in humid-itized air along with
my Marlboro Longs, ready to neck-pop the next guy that looked at
me crossways. Hey, fantasies ain't just for breakfast anymore.
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