In the past 48 hours I have had the uncanny luck of catchy two random summons of art history. It’s a cheap shot, but the first encounter was pretty lame. I won’t get into the chain of events that led to When in Rome (2010) appearing on my DVR, but it was there and I watched it. I actually find Kristen Bell kind of endearing. That is until this scene.
Never mind the obvious errors: a couple at the Guggenheim at night, Bell as a curator, Josh Duhamel as an art connoisseur. What really irked me was how the screenwriters managed to turn Pablo Picasso’s love life into a metaphor for Bell’s intimacy issues. Yikes. Their desperation is hard to watch and you wish they had chosen another token profession. True, curators make for a pretty backdrop but when you try to make the art world part of the narrative it all seems to fall apart. Unless we’re talking about The Thomas Crown Affair (1999).
A highlight of my recent t.v.-watching binge has been a return to Skins. After all this time, I feel confident stating that Effy Stonem is cooler than Tony. Much cooler. She couldn’t have been more than 17 and she was trying to pass off her elaborate love-reunion experiment as a work of conceptual art.
Madame Deluca is pretty insufferable, but the episode is still worth watching. I am unfortunately not a French-speaker, but I’m sure Deluca’s pedantic rants come across nonetheless around 4:35.
To end on a high note, here’s Freddie and Effy at their best. True, Effy has no idea how to dive but Freddie (eating, skateboarding, running, etc.) makes up for that.