Giving Catherine the Cheese

Life's a journey.

Did you ever seen Jared Leto and Jennifer Connolly in Requiem for a Dream?  Manoman, what a movie.  Catherine Deneuve, after completing Repulsion for Roman Polanski, observed that the measure of a great actress is not how beautiful she can be, but how ugly.  Something like that.  You don't get to be the face of a nation without having some chops.

That said, how alarming that we've allowed Wayne LaPierre to become the face of our nation, in a sort of a limited way for an off night.

Obviously we're still rough here.

Anyway, back to the moment in Requiem where Leto, driving to Florida in desperation, trying to score some drugs, rolls up his shirt sleeve and the sight of the steaming, puss-ridden, infected pustule of a wound on the inside of his elbow makes you literally jump in your seat.  We're talking Jamie Lee Curtis turning around and seeing that guy with the chainsaw jumping.

I may have that last bit wrong, but you get the picture.

This is a lousy shot, but still ...

So I want you to think of that mouth as the inside of Jared Leto's elbow.  That, friends, is what we're shooting for.

[Brief personal aside:  Memory is a funny thing.  I would have bet money it was his other arm.]