Everyone's hawking the fish sandwich now. "Must be the recession," says Emerz. We're Googling Sasha Grey, wiping tartar sauce from our lips. She's legitimate now, available for daytime viewing (Safesearch set on Moderate (Lust, Caution)), the star of Steven Soderberg's new film, The Girlfriend Experience, something some of us know something about already. Even if people (like Emerz, for one) cry gimmicky cross-over casting, I tell Emerz it has to be better than Julia Roberts playing Julia Roberts in the lamentable, touristy Ocean's Twelve.
"I prefer Grey's earlier work," says Emerz, and there is something to her; an honesty, a dignity kept intact despite the running mascara and gritty digital video.
One clip we find has Emerz mesmerized. "I don't believe in heaven," he says, "but if I did I believe it would be this, played on an infinite loop, for all eternity."
"You mean you would be the lucky guy?" I ask.
"Oh," says Emerz. "Right, yes." Sex, lies and videotape.
"Because you don't have to be dead to watch pornography all day," I say. I mean, video is a passive medium, but you don't want her doing all the work.
The TV in heaven plays my favorite scene. Play it one more time. Play it all night long.
(See Talking Heads, Lust, Caution, Sasha Grey youtube testimonials. Emerz says to link it, but that's a slippery slope.)
1 comment:
was she wiping "tartar sauce" from HER lips in any of your google finds?
you and emerz are gay.
see you on the fifteenth!
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