Category Archives: Cinema

Short memoir of a minor character

Posted on May 17, 2022 by James Steerforth

My name is Eino Roskinen. Of course, this is not my real name. I was included under that name as a minor character in the novel Cass Timberlane, now considered a rather minor work of Sinclair Lewis but quite a … Continue reading →

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Sleep, my love

Posted on May 8, 2022 by James Steerforth

That’s what I’m telling her to get her to relax, holding her hands in mine, but things are really far from OK, with that psychopath Hendrik bound to knock on the door any minute. What to do? Do I know … Continue reading →

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You can be damn sure

Posted on March 18, 2019 by James Steerforth

it’s going to be a slow movie if the hero takes about ten minutes to enter the place, drag his feet across the floor turtle-like and sit down on the sofa sloth-like, eventually putting his mustachioed head in his hands. … Continue reading →

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Trans Europe Express

Posted on February 3, 2019 by James Steerforth

I boarded the train in X. Smoking was much more common in those days. In France, in particular, some people would smoke even in nonsmoking compartments. Even though I had a seat reservation, I changed compartments after two men, who … Continue reading →

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Oh memory

Posted on July 22, 2018 by James Steerforth

Trieste, somewhere near Piazza dell’Unità d’Italia, a youngish woman exiting a gelateria with a cone stacked high. Made me think of a sack due to the shapeless brown dress, which seemed to cover a heavy structure. And immediately I thought … Continue reading →

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A confession. Sort of.

Posted on May 12, 2017 by James Steerforth

I know it’s not really an excuse, as if I gave a damn anyhow, but one night when my dad had grounded me and both my parents the jerks were out I got fucking drunk while listening to music and … Continue reading →

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The target

Posted on December 1, 2016 by James Steerforth

“Target is crossing street. Following.” “Love that swaying little ass of hers.” “Shut up, Jeremy.” “Wonder what she’s done that we’re going after her.” “Target keeps looking back, seems nervous.” “Reminds me of Diana. Lady Di.” “Don’t need your puerile … Continue reading →

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Slighted again by fate

Posted on February 25, 2015 by James Steerforth

From the diary of a ducktail pincher Found the bags under my eyes enlarged when looking in the mirror while brushing teeth at around 7 a.m. Went back to bed after some hesitation and slept two more hours. The Italian … Continue reading →

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Monica Bellucci II

Posted on January 2, 2009 by James Steerforth

I won’t deny that the main reason I checked out Agents secrets tonight was that I was curious to see more of Monica Bellucci after Malèna. This 2004 French-language movie, directed by Frédéric Schoendoerffer, turned out to be a taut, … Continue reading →

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Holly Brown’s Lonely Life

Posted on January 2, 2009 by James Steerforth

or: Memories of Stardust Memories “Why am I so alone?” “Loneliness kills in the long run.” Where are the parties of the fifties, which I attended with pointed breast armor, standing in a corner, besieged by five Charlton Hestons and … Continue reading →

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What the ring said

Posted on May 23, 2008 by James Steerforth

The ring said: “You are so beautiful and talented, Parminder! I still can’t believe that Keira stole your show.” Posted for Whimsy at Inspire Me Thursday. Alludes to the fact that Parminder Nagra, the shining star of the delightful comedy … Continue reading →

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Marooned in the desert

Posted on May 6, 2008 by James Steerforth

Having retired at age 52 from a well-paying job in the aeronautics industry, Abner D. Sandington-Elliot decided to realize a life-long dream and follow in the footsteps of Antoine de St. Exupéry, a writer and fellow pilot he greatly admired. … Continue reading →

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Now I know who Monica Bellucci is

Posted on February 10, 2008 by James Steerforth

Some time last week my friend and colleague Damien and I were advised by Kevin, another colleague, to try “La Gondola” for lunch. “The food’s great, the service is good and fast, and one of the waitresses looks like Monica … Continue reading →

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Richard Gere has a thing for Shilpa Shetty

Posted on April 22, 2007 by James Steerforth

It’s overwhelmingly clear that the American star, trying to do his affectionate and charming best, likes the Indian actress. But the storm of outrage this provoked in India! Here’s an in-depth report at Shadmia’s World.

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One visit for every key

Posted on February 28, 2007 by James Steerforth

Did I want my piano back that much? He was disgusting, an animal with facial tattoos. Would I let him touch me? But it all changed. The touch of sound turned into touch of skin I craved. I could be … Continue reading →

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Bland, blander, blandest

Posted on February 23, 2007 by James Steerforth

Oh no! One of those days. While yesterday was a Murphy’s Law day, demonstrating that indeed anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Well, I suppose a lot more could have gone wrong. I’m glad yesterday – one of … Continue reading →

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8 femmes

Posted on February 17, 2007 by James Steerforth

After a long workday, two friends and I ended up renting this French film from 2002, which stars an amazing array of French female talent from several generations (Danielle Darrieux, Catherine Deneuve, Fanny Ardant, Isabelle Huppert, Emmanuelle Béart and others), … Continue reading →

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This way up or down

Posted on February 11, 2007 by James Steerforth

Somebody might be coming up here any minute. Or maybe not. Doesn’t look all that inviting – more like one of those staircases a movie camera sneaks around to lead up to something unpleasant.

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