Is it okay to spy on your neighbors? The short answer is, of course, no. It’s an affront to their privacy, and it automatically stamps a label on your forehead that reads ‘creep’. But what if you fear your neighbor murdered his wife? It is justifiable then to take a pair of binoculars or an Exakta VX to better stare, for hours on end, into his apartment while being obscured by shadows?
In the short extent of three days I had lobster for dinner thrice, though not in the literal sense. I wouldn’t err in saying I’ve never eaten lobster in my life, which is an outrageous shame, but let’s not dwell on crustaceans longer than necessary, this is not a culinary blog. Instead I’ll focus on another, more substantial and bizarre, flavor that has been food for thought for some days now. Yes, I am talking about the acclaimed film by greek director Yorgos Lanthimos.
Have you ever been inexplicably moved by a phrase that doesn’t really have that much meaning on its own? A set of words that, without their context, lacks any significance? If so, you are not alone. I too have been affected this way. The culprit lies in the very title of this post. Ah, yes. Those Corsican stars.