I'd intended on giving some glib testimonial regarding my affection for slutty bohemian women, and was even gonna try to sneak vulgar terms like "tag teaming" into my analysis of the film's infamous love triangle.
But I couldn't do it.
The fact is, I adore this movie too much to soil it with one of my traditionally unfunny quips.
And Jesus, of all the filmmakers to leave me incapable of irreverence. Well, the irony is not lost.
Several films into his oeuvre, I have now come to the full realization that I'm utterly, hopelessly, and madly in love with Ernst Lubitsch. I've completely lost my ability to objectively judge his work. Even if the remaining films I've yet to see concern nothing but diarrhea, I already know I'll be gushing over them.
Hmmm, perhaps it's unwise to use "diarrhea" and "gushing" in the same sentence?