As I wait for my Lightning to crush the Bruins and ride once more into the Stanley Cup Finals, here's a little light fare to tickle the old brain cells.
Apparently Lindsay Lohan made a little quickie art film . . . no, not that kind pervy . . . but some supposed psychological insight thingy for some artist named Richard Phillips. Phillips says the work is an homage/inspired by piece to the work of Ingmar Bergman and Jean-Luc Godard.
Whatever. What gets me is the hash this guys slings as he talks about Linds' awe-inspiring performance in the 2 minute long mini-movie:
“Lindsay has an incredible emotional and physical presence on screen that holds an existential vulnerability, while harnessing the power of the transcendental – the moment in transition.” “She is able to connect with us past all of our memory and projection, expressing our own inner eminence."
Dude! I could do half a bottle of Absinthe and not rock it like this guy! That's some of the best psycho-babble I've ever heard.
F*ckin' phenomenal! And Lindsay's sitting there going "Yeah, what he said!"