:28:00
She's called lsabel. She's French.
She's an actress.
:28:03
We got nettle rash together.
She's incredible.
:28:06
She wears capri pants
and recites Racine in bed.
:28:10
-What's that?
-Racine.
:28:11
"Racine in bed."
:28:13
She heals my wounds.
:28:29
But she's gone back
to Paris for an audition.
:28:31
I know you'll love her.
She's madder than you.
:28:35
Anyway, I'll send you a postcard
of the Eiffel Tower.
:28:38
"Love, Nat. P.S.--"
:28:46
Hello.
:28:48
Oh, hi.
:28:50
P.S...
:28:52
...send Holly my love.
:28:55
All right then. Yeah. See you later.
:28:58
-Who?
-Rob. He works at the Union Bar.
:29:02
-He's chubby, but he's quite street.
-All right. Come on. Let's go.
:29:07
-Nat sounds happy, doesn't he?
-Good.
:29:13
I wish something exciting
would happen.
:29:15
Are my eyelashes still on?
:29:31
Rimbaud, Baudelaire, Verlaine...
:29:34
...nothing that a good course
of antidepressants couldn't cure...
:29:39
...or maybe 25 years in psychoanalysis.
:29:42
"Why should we be subjected...
:29:44
...to their mother-fixated
outpourings?" you ask.
:29:48
"We get enough of that
from our boyfriends." Right?
:29:51
Remember now, it's just as relevant...
:29:53
...to talk about Lou Reed
or Adam Ant in your essay.
:29:58
Precisely what Barthes said in the '50s
and what Baudrillard is saying now.