A long time ago, when
both she and I were young, I caught a Nicole Kidman made-for-TV film on
Jordanian TV channel (there was only 1 state channel in Israel and those of us
close enough to Jordan benefitted from their English language station –
probably a pet of Queen Noor). It was
some ditty about two girlfriends who go on a European vacation and meet a
dashing boy. Or something. All I remembered from that movie was her – a big mop
of red curly hair, the perfect upturned nose, blue eyes – everything that a
Jewish kid wanted but did not have.
Here:
When I look at Kidman
now I feel terrible sadness:
The outfit, the face –
they are all try hard, and not working.
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