Indeed, the extent of Jennifer's victimhood is all the more upsetting when you compare her with almost any male movie character who's defined by a body part.
My chance to murder de Gaulle has passed which is sad, really—unlike others, I learned from Edward Fox's mistakes.
That birth—is there a more violent, violating moment in filmdom? And for all I know, the nude redheads of my cinematic youth are now a brood of 67-year-old screeching hags living in Dallas—women I'd beg to keep a fierce grip on the sheets, for all our sakes.