Long Weekend In Lesbos

Mondays are traditional for bravely resisting the urge to leap out of the office window in catatonic despair at the demise of the weekend. So, given this fragile mental state, you would think the British press might bring us something a little more diverting than a pointless animal rights furore over the Doherty-Winehouse gruesome twosome playing ventriloquist dummies with baby mice, the allegedly tasteless decision by Peter Phillips and bride Autumn Kelly to sell their ~~souls~~ wedding photos to Hello! Magazine and of course, the obligatory 'social drinkers, know your limits or face the liver-rotting consequences!' scaremongering. Like we need this after we wrung every bar in London dry on Friday and Saturday. (Well, it was raining you know.)

So thank goodness something mildly titilatting is occurring over in Cannes at the 61st International Film Festival. No, not Lily Allen staggering about flashing her jollies.

We're talking about the frisson of excitement caused by the Scarlett Johansson-Penelope Cruz snogfest on Woody Allen picture Vicky Cristina Barcelona.

It's a simple recipe:

Step 1: Select two women, preferably with first class wet dream credentials.
Step 2: Get them frenching each other with vigorous enthusiasm.
Step 3: Bring the house down.

Allegedly there was a 20 minute standing ovation at Cannes after our leading ladies took their daytrip to Lesbiza.

And we suspect there will be many more private standing ovations, coming to a cinema near you.

Image courtesy of meeshy meesh's photostream on Flickr.

Written by Ria on 19 May 2008 1:18 PM. Permalink