December 2003:

I'm again watching the newer version of 'Diabolique'. It's a decent suspense drama...fun twists and turns that keep you wondering. But, there's only one reason I watch this film repeatedly: plain jane Sharon Stone is paired with the most beautiful woman on the planet - the one, the only, the Oh My God - Isabelle Adjani.

I first saw her in Werner Herzog's version of 'Nosferatu'. Not only was that film a revelation of story telling that finally explained to me the sense of doom, sadness, and sexuality of the Vampire legends (none of that Bela Lugosi/Hollywood junk), and, it added to my admiration of Herzog as a film maker, and solidified my interest in the acting of Natassia's crazy father - Klaus Kinski - but introduced me to, well, like I said: Oh My God, Issy.

How can one human be so gorgeous? I suppose it had to happen once, with all of the eventual genetic possibilities here on Earth. And to think I was alive when it happened... I believe in Santa.

So, I'm no teenage girl sitting in the audience at the Ed Sullivan theater, crying my eyes out for John Lennon in 1964, but I've had the adult male version of a goofball crush on Isabelle, for a quarter century now.

Maybe we each have a crush on some Cloudlike Someone, and it cannot be hidden...and, we do not feel the need to do so.