Getting deeper… INT. ANNE'S SUITE - CARLETON HOTEL ROOM - LATER Anne and David walk in. They come to an abrupt halt when they see Vic rise from the chair. David eyes the Arab, who's accompanied Vic, and the GUNMAN, who makes no attempt to hide the Uzi beneath his raincoat.
Wow, nothing deters this girl from getting a story!
Fine line to "becoming" the story.
(Anne is a lot tougher than Holly Hunter's Jane Craig, the producer in Broadcast News who had to periodically sit on her hotel bed and have a bawling cry just to release frustration.)
I love the line in Broadcast News where the executive asks her "What's it like, always being the smartest one in the room?" and she gets this look of total anguish and says "It's *awful*!"
now the momentum is built! nonstop breathless ACTION, I assume, from here on.
Anne sure does put away those Gauloise. half a pack in a day usually had me coughing up my lung linings. Citanes as well. those brands always seemed to me to say a lot about the French character, but I've never figured out exactly WHAT.
last time I was in Paris, I'd stopped smoking two months before. it was SUCH a drag. or rather, it WASN'T, which was the whole problem.
Wow, nothing deters this girl from getting a story!
Fine line to "becoming" the story.
(Anne is a lot tougher than Holly Hunter's Jane Craig, the producer in Broadcast News who had to periodically sit on her hotel bed and have a bawling cry just to release frustration.)
I love the line in Broadcast News where the executive asks her "What's it like, always being the smartest one in the room?" and she gets this look of total anguish and says "It's *awful*!"
It is indeed.
Never count a broad with a zippo out. Swartzkopf found this out.
now the momentum is built! nonstop breathless ACTION, I assume, from here on.
Anne sure does put away those Gauloise. half a pack in a day usually had me coughing up my lung linings. Citanes as well. those brands always seemed to me to say a lot about the French character, but I've never figured out exactly WHAT.
last time I was in Paris, I'd stopped smoking two months before. it was SUCH a drag. or rather, it WASN'T, which was the whole problem.
The horrors that were, take my mind off the horrors of today… or are they the same
What a life.