Bette and Joan, Joan and Bette. The most expensive faces in my memory. Naps a hundred black and white cinema, devouring the old Phillips polished wood frame. Naps at my grandmother and from his sleep three to four, me and the movies. "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?" (1962), staging of madness and terror of everyday life and family. As a woman theater
much I owe to those gigantonas. The pleasure of diving in a sea gestures as creative, no more treasure than the broken eyes of Bette and geology rare Joan's face. I got these images in 70-odd and built part of my world tortured and adolescents. I love them, little women movie, there must be something "over there" - English-divine sentence to be so monumental. I do not care what they say about their private lives, if they were idiots or sweet ladies, I think have been the best. May Heaven
enjoy them in their matinee. ME
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