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I mentioned this on Twitter last night in a fit of in-the-moment enthusiasm (see here and here and here!) which eludes me today, although I feel as if it ought to be documented for posterity's sake. (The posterity of immediately forgotten obscure-end-of-the-internet blog posts!) Natalie Portman and her ballet-beau with the perky arse Benjamin Millepied were at the screening of Tom Tykwer's Three at MoMA that I went to last night. They are wee little pretty people. She's obscenely pregnant. I had to fight the urge to hiss "What happened to my sweet little girl?" at her. I won that fight, but I lost the battle of trying not to stare at Benjamin's ass. It wasn't the wonderland I dreamed of, but perhaps if he'd been wearing his white tights... a law must be passed stating that ballet dancers can only wear white tights in public, don't you think? It's criminal, the unsnug jeans he felt comfortable leaving the house in. Criminal!
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