Saturday, November 3, 2012

Din-Din



What's for Din-Din?


Bette Davis in Baby Jane drag—clomping up the creaky staircase with Blanche’s dinner on a silver tray, eat your din-din, Blanche, before it gets cold…

Bette smirks sardonically down at Blanche in her wobbly wheelchair, the poor thing simply starving, but terrified to find whatever’s there under glass, what horror waits for her, what a terrible din-din Baby Jane has prepared for her…

Yesterday it was Parakeet el Supremo, then last night sumptuously delicious Rat Tartar and rotten Caviar, as Bette smirks, waiting in the hallway, leaning up against the wall, waiting for the loud inevitable hysterical screaming to begin…

Tomorrow on the exquisite gourmet menu, what else but delicious dog-meat loinchops wrapped in greasy bacon, better than anything Kentucky Colonel Sanders could ever come up with…

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