Well, fine, I’d make an exception for Tony Manero.

I don’t know who the hell “charmingly loopy socialite” Arden Wohl is (Google says she likes the pot, but don’t all charmingly loopy socialites?), but I’d like to thank her for cracking me up with her comments to The Observer about a short film she made that stars Azura Skye and Leelee Sobieski:

In the dark, romantic fairy tale, the two women flirt, gaze at one another profoundly, fight, gaze some more, cry, gaze, cry, gaze. The whole thing concludes with a scene in which Ms. Sobieski may or may not have sex with Ms. Skye’s dead body.

“It’s based upon my personal experiences. My harrowing and complicated relationships with the people closest to me,” Ms. Wohl told the Transom. She was garbed in slim black pants, a frilly satin blouse and her usual eccentric headband.

Okay then! BTW, next week I’ll be screening a short film based on my own personal experiences. It will consist of two women sitting in awkward silence, occasionally grimacing and checking their watches, and conclude with one of them calling the other uncommunicative. The accusation will be met with more silence, but there’s a moment of suspense and ambiguity at the very end when the other woman finally looks like she’s going to open her mouth. Is she about to speak, or simply sigh?

Critics will spend decades getting into passionate arguments about it in the pages of Cahiers du cinéma and Sight & Sound. There won’t be any necrophilia (Lynne Stopkewich pretty much cornered the market on that with Kissed), and anyone who shows up wearing an eccentric headband will be ordered to leave. You’ve been warned.