It took me only the time it took to register that that face in the middle there belonged to Juliette Binoche to decide what movie I'll be seeing immediately this weekend. I opened an email, that picture was staring at me, I recognized it as my Juli, and I went to find tickets. Voila! So instantaneously does her magic work me over. If the picture had come to life in that instant and Juli had whispered to me that I should shave my head and run naked through the hallways of my office building you would have seen me on the evening news, hidden under one of those scratchy police blankets, insisting to the field-reporter on the scene that Juliette Binoche had come to me in an e-vision and told me to do what I did. The blood on my hands is for you, Juli! For you!!!
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