Take 1.25 bottles of red wine, a mediocre Oscars ceremony, one neighbor, one additional friend. Add scorekeeping. Three lovely dogs also help the situation.
My condolences to Mickey Rourke. But I wasn’t laughing then anyway, fine performance though it was.
I was grading essays about Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times and every one had a different way of referring to the Paulette Goddard character. The girl. Chaplin’s companion (and actual wife). The gamin, as she’s called in the credits. But the absolute best: his lady friend.
Here’s a link to the movie, which also makes me laugh, every time I watch it: Modern Times.
