An exceedingly clever trompe-l’oeil mural in Paris’s 15th arrondissement, snapped by Paris Daily Photo, a site I've just discovered courtesy of Brian Micklethwait.
On the subject of optical illusions, last night we made the mistake of going to see the extravagantly hyped thriller, The Page Turner (La Tourneuse de Pages). We almost ended up at Casino Royale instead,
but the only pairs of tickets still available were six inches from the screen, and besides, I still had Cosmo Landesman’s warning ringing in my ears. So it was an art-house evening instead, which I now regret: I have no hesitation in declaring The Page Turner the most over-rated film I’ve seen this year. Deliciously elegant? No. Stylish, subtle and highly assured? Definitely not. Truly terrifying? Ha ha ha. The revenge theme is promising enough, but it’s just the germ of an idea, the characters have no depth and the script died of malnutrition. I wish now I’d opted for martinis, car chases and all those other shallow pleasures.