Henry and June Post

Well, I just viewed my first movie from Netflix: Henry and June. I need a cigarette. I know I don't smoke, I know it is bad for me, but I need one. That scene under the bridge...somebody find me a literary man! Maria de Madieros reminds me of Audrey Tatou, except human. Of course, I probably should be halfway familiar with the worksof Henry Miller and Anais Nin (that's ah-nye-EES for us peasants) before seeing the film, but there you are. I've been trying to keep up with popular reading tastes, or maybe I'd have gotten around to them. I will now.